No one can see the pain that I hide
They're happy for me to keep it inside
My fear is my own
They don't want to know
Why should I involve them?
Why should it show?
I live my whole life in confusion and fear
The need to feel something unbearably near
Half of me Living, Half of me gone
And inside I know what I'm doing is wrong
The things that can help
The things that may heal
Are the flame or the blade and the sting of steel
The destruction of skin means the death of my soul
But there's nowhere to run when I'm living alone
- Title: My Sorrow
- Artist: Unloved Outcast
- Description: Just a bit of a poem I wipped up when I was feeling like well.......emo...thats pretty much it. Its not much but its my favorite out of all the ones I've written.
- Date: 11/28/2008
- Tags: sorrow