I'm used to hurting my self by loving the wrong person.
I'm used to feeling alone and unwanted.
I'm used to always being blamed.
I'm used to always being stopped by HIM when I try suicide.
I'm used to HIM pretending he doesn't know how much I love HIM.
I'm used to pain and suffering.
I'm used to this feeling-
This feeling of emptiness.
It's eating me up from inside.
I'm getting lost in its depths.
I'm losing my hold on reality.
I'm fading away from this world-
Without anyone noticing.
I'm used to it.
I'm a mystery to those who dont understand.
I find comfort in the dark.
I live in the shadows where no one sees.
I hide behind my mask of happiness-
when deep inside...
I am a mourful soul yearning for the light-
In this dark and miserable world of mine.
I feel safe when alone.
I feel despair in love.
I feel pain for myself.
I sit and wait for the one-
The one who will free me from the grasp of death around my neck.
I'm waiting for HIM...
But he never seems to come.
I've lost all hope.
I'm tired of waiting here.
Yearing for his touch.
Feeling PAIN and MISERY.
Wanting an ESCAPE.
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