I was once taught that the world was a beaitiful place to be, where good people were protected by angels. but there is so much evil benieth these clouds that its hard to find the hop to believe. xxx

Day by day, i am living this; 'my so called life', yet its not really mine anymore. (victim of society)

I am blinded in the dark. buried under this ocean of saddness and sands of evil.and i cannot seem to swim.

I desperatly want to run but im tied to this world. each time i think im breking free, i find myself slammed face first in the puddle of this ever falling rain of sorrow.

Am i the rain that falls on these people? the rain the slices through them and causes them pain. or am i the clouds that created this rain? the clouds that are so sad that when they have emptied all their tears, they seem to dissapear from this world?

Living is swimming yet drowning.
living is breathing yet suffocating.
living is loving yet hurting.
living is paining me, because the people around me dont want to live.
i want them to stay with me,
but its like theyre dying inside.

How can i stop the people i love from taking their lives.theyr leaving for heaven soon. theyre packing good memories, and getting ready to board this train they think will cure their fear and saddness.

Im lost in this
my feet welded to the road
the middle of the road
so where are you?
i cannot feel your warmth anymore
im stuck in this
i cannot follow
and im now low of guiding
so where are you
i cannot see
im clouded

My heart is weeping ever so slowly

my heart is breaking ever so painfully

You said i was the girl with the twinklest eyes, you were so happy you didnt notice i was crying