here i lie,
there i cried,
with my mistake,
this world is crumbiling around me,
and i don't seem to see.
all the beauty there once was,
now gone just because,
of my transegression,
i will pay this with my depression.
i find release in the words i write,
even though nothing feels right.
lost in counfusion of what i believe,
i turn and run to try to leave.
with a sharp tounge that speaks hatered,
but i don't belonge and this keyboard is drenched red.
this home is being torn apart with a harlet's heart ,
yet it's only the start of her last part.
horrible to not belive father,
and to trust him is even harder.
if burnd my last bridge and lost my last friend,
sorry hun but this is the begining of the end.
if your care at all,
please try and catch me when i fall.
from giving up on this life,
with my knife.
i can easily hide what's umder my sleaves,
so when i choose to leave,
there will be no one stopping me.
no one holding me,
just wishes unmet,
and me trying to forget.
every friendship that's gone aray,
and everyone that coulden't stay away,
please don't hate me any longer than you should,
or any longer than i would.
i loved everyone that ever stood around,
everyone who could reverse my frown.
so still there's hope .