by Desiree May 22, 2008
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
Never Touch. Never See. It Was Never Meant To Be. This Crazy Thing We All Call Love, It Hurts So Much It Can't Be True. But Yet We Lust For It So Much Till We Are ALmost Blue. It Kills Us Slowly But Saves Us All From An Emotional Hell. When We Lety It Go Its Still With Us, Walking, Breathing, And Practically Living Off Of Us, Sending Us Into A Hell No Other Could Ever Imageine. The Only Thing That Will Make It Stop Is To End It With One Little Drop. |