Black Hole

by MissUnderstood   Jan 12, 2006


I'm in a black whole.
That keeps getting deeper and deeper.
Blacker and blacker as the days go on.
I don't know how to get out.
So maybe disappearing is better.
I'm known as the girl who messes things up.
And can never fix them.
I pray everyday that maybe I could find some way to dig myself out.
But sinking is what I'm doing.
I'm in a black whole that gets deeper by the day.
I'm in this black whole with no one but myself.
And searching for an answer to get out is hopeless to me.
I'm in a black whole.
That keeps getting deeper and deeper.
So maybe dieing is much better than searching for an answer.

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