i felt like writing a new poem its probablly rubbish as it was made on the spot comments would be loved
is there any point in living the way that i do?? the lies filling me up distracted from the reality of my life the lies crushing me
i feel like i'm slowly dying the scars are invisible suffocating in my own way the scars are inside
i reach for my lifeline a slim thread a blade is a friend a small thing that connects me a blade is an enemy
is there any point in living the way that i do?? the lies filling me up distracted from the reality of my life the lies crushing me
suffer in silence · Sun Oct 15, 2006 @ 12:12am · 4 Comments |