I can feel
the sun shining,
as my smile fades
my memories
are waiting to,
wreck the day
my scars surely forming,
fore they never healed
is to wrong to be honest?
is it wrong to feal?
Sometimes I just
want to die
sometimes I just
want to kill
sometimes I wish
I could cry
Sometimes I wish
I couldn't feal
I can feal
the pain rising,
from down below
everything that
I was hiding
didn't want to know
I watch leafs forming
slowly turning green
what must it be to live,
to feal so serene?
an existance thom which I confide
only to await my inevevitable death day
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