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by TJ Feb 6, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
There's a story in these shattered pieces Its not a movie or book Its my life These blood soaked pieces are my life Never returning... This pain is... Consuming... Eating away... Its all my fault I could have said be weary I never thought you'd leave me... Abandoned, isolated and alone Never thought you'd be gone Please come back...that's all I want Not to be a single soul Lost, astray, misplaced I stand here, staring, feeling dizzy Far up, towering above Unbearable pain, I jump Plummeting to the ground Im laying here in my shattered pieces No more guilt No more sorrow Nothing left of me My last image, crimson pieces soaked in blood My ending taste, of mortality My ending thought, of you My ending feelings....of freedom