Black
By kay a
my soul is tortured the sporadic beating of my heart is hurting me i don't know how much longer i can live like this my nails scratch the surface and i'm bleeding out the pain the voices tell me to do it but i yell out instead maybe if you stopped looking at me as if i was crazy maybe i wouldn't act that way but i can't act any different cause that's what i am crazy thought i guess if i go now you will get your wish living my death i am as i crawl around the earth unnoticed unloved you want me to dance for you twirling around in the darkness of your grip your grip is tight suffocating annihalating my blood drips slowly caressing your hands i rather die because i can't live for you anymore Written March 24th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 06:02 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"my soul is tortured..."