89: Pain

by Donavin   Apr 24, 2006


Some Times I Wonder Why I’m Still Here...
For All My Life Has Brought Nothing But Pain
My Death Shall Be Swift Yet A Bloody Gory Death
My Body All Mangled Up
Like A Body Through A Car Crash
A Car That Was Squished By A Semi Truck
So No One Shall See My Ugliness
And All The Cuts From My Knife
And My Heart That Has Been Shattered
But Really Is It Ok For Me To Think This Way
If Not, Well Then Maybe You Should Have Helped Me
For You Knew I Was Like This
But You Sit Idly By
For Its To Late Now That I’m Gone
Then Again You Don’t Care That I’m Finally Gone
Its Only Like I Was A Cockroach That Finally Got Squished
For Now There Shall Be No More Heart Break
Only The Comfort Of The Darkness…

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