You know
at times life may seem like every thing is going to be ok
other times it's reality,
a miserable thought
with memories that'll haunt you forever
also some that you'll probably remember forever
yet
those that are filled with joy are the one's you hold on to
as for the others...
you hold on as well
not being able to do anything about them
besides curl up and cry
without any sound aside from rain
a rain of blood that will drip from your wrist
is it compassion for those who've hurt you
or does it really cure you sorrows?
a question to ponder throughout my brain
i keep in mind
the thought of death
my grave that leads to no where
on the other side
the hope to find love
some one who'd want to be with me
just as much as i want to be with them
but it's in life's hands
nature takes me where ever i go
i choose my path
as nature guides
so
deep inside
my choices are hard
but i wander
will i conquer myself
or admit defeat?
