Do you know the feeling of swimming against the...
It's painful when everyone thinks you're out of...
I lose sleep, wondering what might have been,
What will be, and what should have been...
You bought me flowers;
And I let them die on my kitchen counter...
I wonder how long before this bleeding stops.
My salty tears, no longer antiseptic...
Beyond the rusty thorns of barbed wire
the ink from my pen flows with tears and sadness...
Many words written of death...
Just walk with me
Let me look over and see...
I am regretting
My composure, might have fooled...
I thought I knew Hell,
Although I really...
One day I'll wake up from
a deep sound sleep, stretch in my bed...
I wonder when
your parasitic nature...
I would give anything for the relief of
an unbelievably fresh, sleek, sharp razor blade...