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by Lyss Jul 2, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
I have never been seen as myself Only as an image upon a shelf All that is ever seen is the peaceful serenity And never the usual chaotic melody Day by day the lies continue And there's always another issue I hide myself behind a mask To appear as someone, else that is my task To them I am too naive And in god I try to believe Under his faithful watch I pray That I may get through this day How is it I hold so much hate? And am I really to believe that this is my fate? As I am pushed to the edge I wonder if I should just fall of the ledge All the scars of my past Have healed so fast Am I really supposed to forgive and forget? Am I to have no such regret? They say there's a time and a place So why this haunting face My dreams turn to nightmares And Im confronted by these dares If this life were really my own How would I be shown? Im so used to being unseen I cant even remember how I used to have been
by Ill Give Blood To Your Dried Veins
This was so good. I loved it.