it's draining, the suck and
pull of lifes little spills of
lost humanity, rubbing their
hatred and lies and fears in my
face. pushing me to the ground and
standing there, gloating as i lose.
lose the battle of myself, and this
existence of fear and lost hope that
i'm forced to live in because i know.
i know nothing else in life than sorrow
and loss. hardship that i can't give up.
i tremble with pent up emotion that i just
need to release. release where, i just don't
know, or can even do. bringing my self to
others, showing them who and what i am. what
i need to be, who i need to be. to live, if
only i can, because right now i can't. and then,
there's nothing i can do, nowhere to turn. i'm
tapped out, purged dry when i brim with more
than you can imagine. more than i can handle.
more than i know what to do with. i need..
i need something. maybe relief. just a release.
i need help.. but no one can give it.
“A single choice can build destinies, or destroy them.”
"You can't fight the tears that aren't coming.."
"Unconscious over my Conscious"
[This message has been edited by knightlyshadows (02-05-2003 04:38 AM).]