As I sit I think of you Feeling guilty For loving you Days of loneliness Days of sorrow Days of sadness That led to heartache and pain In which I think I may never again recover Feeling ever so pitiful I can’t help myself though I just can’t seem to get over you I utterly hate you And yet I’m hopelessly infatuated with you But I feel like darkness trapped in the dead of light No where to hide But in itself A place where there is no admittance Fear seems to feel like home Love the enemy Am I not worth it? Worth you taking admiration of me It hurts The sight of you in the arms of another Do you do it in spite? Just make me hurt Sometimes I think I might end my time here But then Back to reality I come And back to darkness I return It’s sick How good I feel when I think of death Just to rid myself of you And it’s extremely gruesome How I plan your demise If only you knew My wicked mind is even too much for me at times But the just of it is. . . It is you The one that broke me And it will be you To know how it feels To be stuck here Inside my world With no ******** way out Wanting to be somewhere else But not being able to move Wanting to feel just the smallest amount of happiness And only feeling unwanted Wanting to be the only one And feeling like the only one left out And in the end It will be me that saves your soul
Scilenced by a Death · Sun Jan 20, 2008 @ 02:57am · 0 Comments |