or sign in with e-mail
by Black Heart Still Beating Sep 1, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Tears run, out of control out of your contained soul You run out of the room no one deserves to see you sad just looking at them makes you mad The door slams what a sound you feel as if your heart is bound You hit your bed with such a force, It seems to rock, back and forth The shattered sound escapes your lips With a taste of sadness you drop into an obis The sobs explode like a bomb they go over your eternal song With a sadness you seem to implode The fears run wild tho they seem mild Now every one turns away you know you'll return to earth another way so you step off the ledge.. You seem to fly the wind hits your face its like a mothers cold embrace So you smile to yourself you don't even notice when you reach the end for you think of the pavement as a friend. This was your drop to dead