a lot of times i write because i have no one to talk to. i need to get things out of me, but i dont have any one that i can trust anough to listen. so im not sayig that im a good writer, i just write because its in me. |
The pains disappearing
the dark clouds are going away...
Its really hard to feel this way
to know someone in such a bad way...
As a drop of rain falls down
it disappears and never found...
Bored here all alone
Thinking of all the terror...
I'm tired of being nice
I'm tired of pretending...
You all think your so much better
all because you have looks...
You say i whine
and cry to much...
I feel apart missing
all the way from inside...
I want out of this drama
So I wont tell people how I feel...
No ones around
to hear her screams...
IF LOVE IT SUPOSED TO HURT, WHY IS HATE DIRT? |
It burns deep inside ofyou the pain is unreal it feels like death is near,you try to stop it but death is real |