Come talk to me
as soon as you're clean...
You can no longer be my friend
I thought this would take longer to end...
Trying to stop the fight, I
told you I was giving up...
Plane Of Death...
I still have you
so why am i still sad...
Trapped beneath demonic thoughts,
fighting these tears...
This poem explains how I'm feeling about finishing...
I know who you used to be.
I know it doesn't mean much to say that anymore...
Sometimes there just aren't words to express
The deep down emptiness...
No words are spoken,
Choking back tears...
Time passes,
People change...
You were the people, who were always there,
With you everthing I would share...