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by Kayla Sep 22, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
No longer me No longer can see Who am I I don't even try What have I done Where is my gun I feel like trash I followed one path I said I wouldn't become But it jst led on and begun The more I did I would do over and over again Messing up my life Losing all my strife Drinking and drugs Having no fun I party on weekends While losing friends Think I'm having fun When I know just as well I'm dumb I steal and lie, and try to hide So I just crawl in a corner and cry I said I wouldn't do this I said I wouldn't do that I ask my self why But I just cry Knowing I messed up So I confessed up Facing all the facts Knowing how I act Scareder then hell Just wanting to yell Hiding my pain Just wanting to run away My life's over and done Where's my gun I'm saying goodbye tonight I can't do nothing right It's to late for help now I'm no longer here now I'm really sorry I truely am I hope you can understand There was nothing anybody could do I love all you I'll miss you. Love always, Kayla