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by Aure Nov 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
All the troubles that I have Are those I make myself Two people fighting inside my head They will be each others death I canâ??t hold on I'm losing grip Of all that could bring joy I can't help it, I break it down Don't want to see All the good that could be I only like the bad and the worse That's my bittersweet curse I can't hold on I'm losing grip Of all that I care for Don't want it no more When all the voices scream Living in an icecold dream ice cold warmth, without the good Watching the dripping blood Maybe it's the poise in my vain That causes all this pain Or maybe it may tear For another wasted year But through this all Yet I didn't fall Fromthe battle in my mind Without gain of any kind It's tearing me apart The ending will be hard I'm standing on the line Between the death and the alive Just wait till I'm gone The days that fears won't come The worse may have passed by But the worst is waiting nearby
by CY GINDLE
Its strange how simlar we all are i ony live the bad and the worst thats my bittersweet curse it may not start that way but it always happens. this is my favorite so far good shit