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by ColourthyCrimson Nov 18, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
Our relationships a journal written pages in my head thoughts and memories eternal kept forever till I'm dead But i wish that i could rid my heart of everything I've kept for i have been ripped apart left alone in the depths The only thing that remains are fading pen and ink leaving only red blood stains for I am on the brink Of taking all pages burning every word lighting every letter with the fire that has yearned Deep inside my mind this journal is a blaze i can finally say good-bye to every single page.