When all you've got is a photograph of the apple...
color faded and tear stained from every tear...
I met my new best friend today,
he said that he had a way...
*This is a "song"...*
I'm sorry, I can't sleep...
I'm willing to kill,
myself to feel...
*Song/poem...*
Why did this happen, why are you gone...
I can't sleep, I keep hearing voices,
speak to me, making my choices...
If life is like a movie, well, I think you should...
that mine is not some funny picture show...
I hear voices calling,
come into the darkness...
Happy, and carefree,
the way I used to be...
So, what's the point in holding on,
if you cannot find a reason...
"Love CAN be the most painful thing that one could experience, but love is ALWAYS the greatest thing that one could ever know..." - Me. |