Game Called Life

by Tortured Soul   Sep 14, 2006


Why does life have to be so cruel? why does life have to play mind games? life makes you go through crap you think you'll never make it through. everyday i wonder why does this crap keep happening to me. why does life keep doin this to me. what could be so wrong with me. maybe i should quit letting people in. maybe i should become a cold hearted witch once again, cause every time i let my gaurd down and give people a chance they break my heart into even more pieces. there's not much more left. i can't keep going through this. i can't keep feeling this pain. it hurts so bad. right now all i can think of is the blade sliding through my skin. am i not good enough? is there anyone that can take my heart with out breaking it? will i make it through this game called life? that i doubt!

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  • 17 years ago

    by Brisa

    I ponder the same question. good work!

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