I've been writing for a while, but I stopped for about a year. I didn't realize how much I missed writing until I started again. It was like I could let all of my pain and emotion flow out on paper. The ink was like my blood, and I spilled the contents of my veins on the paper until I felt human again. |
God sees it all,
but he doesn't seem to care...
Unwanted, left out, only second best.
Not special, unloved, not as good as the rest...
The voices, they're there,
in the depths of my mind...
I feel so alone,
so broken inside...
Sometimes I wish that he could see,
The pain that's flowing inside of me...
The voices, they're there,
in the depths of my mind...
Dark Angel, sing to me,
sing to me sweet promises...
Unwanted, left out, only second best.
Not special, unloved, not as good as the rest...