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by confusion Nov 8, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
No inspiration in my head was once alive but now alls dead you have murdered all inside me my hopes and dreams how we could be all that is left is this knife my future i see is full of strife remember when we first met how i felt free easy to forget the sun seemed bright the skies seemed blue thought you loved me thought your words were true now Grey clouds are all that remain apart from memories filled with pain these scars i hide will never fade try to forget how they were made but in my mind a vision so clear of how i cried from all the fear the fear i cut within myself along with threat and no ones help what if they saw what if they knew my mum or dad what would i do how could i tell after all they've done then i wonder how this begun
