His face at the end will always haunt me,
And the memory's will always taunt me,
For all the things i didn't do,
All the times i could've said i love you,
I try to hide all my sorrow,
And return the time i tried to borrow,
Mentally i run and hide,
From all the feelings down inside,
I go around acting as though every things Ok,
When all i really only want to say,
I hate my life and wish to be dead,
And after having that said,
I would go away somewhere far,
Where no one knew of my emotional scar,
I could be any one i wanted,
But still i would be daunted,
By all that happened in the past,
But i wonder if it will always last?
If the pain will always be there?
But then again life's not fair.
