Monday, July 21, 2003

Hopeless end.

Why does this feel so good
And yet I know it's wrong
Unable to do what I should
How long will this go on
I hate myself
In every way
I won't get help
In this dark place i stay
No one to love me
I'm left all alone
Bitterly weeping
My pain is unknown
I feel so small
Hiding this pain
Below it all
And it starts to rain
Drops of crimson
Fall from silver slouds
Streams of scarlet
Form on the ground...

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