Wondering

by gilbert   Aug 16, 2007


As I sit her i start to cry
wondering why it feels like I'm bleeding inside,
wondering why i cant make up my mind
like I'm arguing with myself and i just cant take sides,
I almost wish i would die so i could be free and take flight,
but I'm stuck in this hellhole that tortures me every night.

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