My horrid life

by forever-tourtured-by-crimson-pain   Dec 1, 2005


I cant believe this is happening again
i am relying on things that aren't going to help
like cutting it doesn't help me
nor does it help my closest friends
it causes hurting and worry not just for me
i want out
i want to be free
free to fly away
but until that day comes when i will be free
i will keep on lieing and smiling
to hide my horrid life
as to ashamed of what i do and what i have done
to hurt to carry on
to broken to ask for help
this is it no more can i do good night

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