imrad
02-06-2006, 04:50 PM
im sitting here with nothing to do, i am thinking about everything, from love of you to hate of myself, no wonder my life is a mess, i cant seem to be able to pull myself together, dont want to move, for fear of the thorns burried deep in my sides, nearly piercing into my soul, almost ready to deflate my heart. my body, it shivers in this cold of Hell. this so called place of joy,
could it possibly be my end. nights so long no sleep is able to come to me, instead all i can do is lie down in my own pool of misery, my own burning flames of disaster there is no way i can releave my anxiety, no way to remove my shame, no way to make my personal destruction disappear.
i wish for it to all be over but i have no such luck for i am doomed to be haunted by my own terrible ways,i have my own voices, who yell at me every moment, when things start to look up, the happiness is distinguished, expelled by my own lack of self-compleation, so all i can do is sit here with nothing to do but think of my love for you and the hate of myself.
could it possibly be my end. nights so long no sleep is able to come to me, instead all i can do is lie down in my own pool of misery, my own burning flames of disaster there is no way i can releave my anxiety, no way to remove my shame, no way to make my personal destruction disappear.
i wish for it to all be over but i have no such luck for i am doomed to be haunted by my own terrible ways,i have my own voices, who yell at me every moment, when things start to look up, the happiness is distinguished, expelled by my own lack of self-compleation, so all i can do is sit here with nothing to do but think of my love for you and the hate of myself.