I feel the things that just arent right,
I give in to things i need to fight.
I love the things i need to hate,
I sit around and wait for fate.
I learn to be as cold as steal,
when i'm aware i need to heal.
I learn to love and its far too late,
my mind is gone and I have my hate.
I hate and hate and hate some more,
and when i am door I'll hit the flloor.
All that i was will have all been shed,
like wasted tears left on your bed.
When i think i am done and just done care,
i know that you will still be there.
And thats the thing the stings the most,
cause your with him, and I'm with your ghost.
I write my epathy in blood,
upon my bed room wall.
I write and write and fill the room,
and then i fill the hall.
each drop a moment felt alone,
each smear some thin some wide.
all the same i use my blood,
its loss a place to hide.
i feel the dark encompass me,
the room begins to spin,
brought back to life i feel dispair,
and cant wait to try again.
sometime i have the feeling,
that i am just not well.
that instead of being happy,
i live my life in hell.
sometimes i have the feeling,
that i can feel too much.
that i just hate the people,
that my life seems to touch,
sometimes i have the feeling,
that emotions are like a thirst.
that my head is just a vessel,
that anytime may yet burst.
sometimes i feel the minutes,
that time has left me cold.
that in my rush to move along,
that i am far too old.
sometimes i feel i need you,
that i just need my friends.
then i rember who you are,
and learn to think again.
I feel my pain is growing,
stronger every day.
My pain is all around me,
pulling me almost every way.
I feel my mind is slipping,
pulling at those strings.
I cant seem to find my place,
to get a grip on things.
I cant just blame my parents,
I cant just blame my fate.
I;m just worries that its over,
my life solved much too late.
If hell is just below me,
and heaven just above.
then why cant i find my freedom,
or do i just spill my blood.
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