I lay in bed last night,
Thinking, crying, sighing,
really wondering if i was dying,
gripping on tighly onto myself,
wondering if i could call himself something,
Questions beating in my head,
pounding my already lifeless body,
My soul is confused,
The devil is amused at what my next move shall be,
I gave my soul to be with someone i thought loved me,
Only now to shune myself,
and to kill with everything i have.
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So give me all of your poison, and give me all your pills, and give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill, your running after something that you'll never kill if this what you want then fire at will.