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by Halston Mather May 13, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
For the battle Of the Angels vs Demons Which side will I choose Which way will my soul lean I am so empty My soul, my heart They are longer apart of me They have been ripped apart No more of this kind man I'm murdering him He will be nore more I'm getting rid of the new me I regress to the feeling of old That is something I know Something I can trust And be confident to grow I'm down past the point Of caring about others' feelings They way they Leave me seething I'm too drunk to go on I do not want to say What is really on my mind I leave you nothing to relay.