Wednesday, September 19, 2007

i took a penknife
right to my wrist
a drop of water
lands on my mark
my life too painful
to keep on going
i give in
and feel woozy
i wish my love
to those who knew me
tokeep on living
not like me.

Don't ask me how I'm feeling
Because I'll just say "ok"
But really it say nothing
On just how I feel today
Don't ask me what I'm thinking
On what's going through my brain
If only you got a taste
You'd think I was insane
Don't ask me what I'm saying
Or why I talk at all
I'm just reminding myelf I can speak
As I walk through the empy hall
Don't ask me what I'm seeing
Because you could see it too
If you'd only open your eyes
But right now you havn't got a clue
Don't ask me what I'm doing
You wouldn't understand
I'm just waiting for 'The End'
Seeing all the chaos at hand



jun`

10:20 PM