I've been killed,
yet no one cries.
For they don't see,
how I walk,
through each day.
Not even alive.
I have no soul
For I killed it.
I choose to take each day
on like a a new wave
but with no life boat.
I may drown in my river
of tears.
But no difference would
I see.
For I killed my soul.
I feel no phyiscal pain
for my emotional pain is to real.
If only I could kill it.
But in doing so I would take,
my own so called life.
Though I don't care any longer.
If I breathe this poisioned air.
My heart can't beat much stronger.
The waves of pain come at me and pull away.
only to return when I least execpt,
This time is harder to keep my head up
for I don't want to suffer any longer.
Please hear my cries of terror as I'm pulled under,
by my own will.
I could fight but I'd rather die.
This pain I feel it's too real,
sometimes I'm not even sure I feel.
Oh how do I deal with my rival when it's me.
I am tired of fighting it never stops.
I can't run from myself much longer.
I'm giving in and this is goodbye.
think what you want of it. Take it seriously or don't it's all your choice.
