.....I'm sick ...I'm dying , who's gonna save me ......theres so much things I've said so much I would like to say but the words wont come out they get chocked up inside, as if the tears I cry means nothing to existance with the being I am and those that surround me , What Do We Live For , Why Do We Live as if you havent refelcted on your lost soul , things drag you down and break you and when you cant go any longer the blaze that powers your heart and sets it free is no longer anything but a dusted space inside your flame .
Saturday, February 7, 2009
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