What's really the point of all of this? When doing...
You threw our perfect days, our sweetest moments...
What am i still doing here?
I know it's not real...
I'm losing grip of whats wrong and right.
I've buried my secrets and crewed them up tight...
My broken heart,
Will never heal...
Inside I am dying
On the outside I am smiling...
Husband-left
Dad-died...
Blood boiled in every vein,
like the flicker in every flame...
~ Just a note. When i wrote this i was overwhelmed...
As they roll emotions flow
shedding feelings inside...
A couple of kids just wanting to escape,
I was always so lost among the pain...
Her world - A cage of torment.
The people here are death...
I'm ripping to pieces
day for day...