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Why
written by Bloodfilledcinnabuns05:16 AM 2/11/05My heart is alive in me, but dead in life
Should I care or should I walk it off inside me
I feel so cold he is not beside me
Is there something wrong with me?
There shouldn’t be
Why do I torment myself with unanswered questions?
Should I take them back or let the world find them and mock me?
I feel so helpless please save me from the end of my last word
Don’t worry about what I speak.
It means nothing to you; so don’t fret.
I’ll still be here tomorrow you can always be sure.
My life is for real I won’t ever shut the door.
Is this the end of my life or the beginning of an internal death?
Joyless is the occasion I do not speak of
It marks the end of the day’s gone bye
Never a tear shed, only on the inside, tearing away the existence of me
Why was there ever a happier time?
Knowing of nothing
Would have been better
Then knowing of what I will never have again.
No one will ever no but me how awful it is
Bottled up inside are all of the feelings I wish to tell the smallest parasite
Him
Crowded the world is late at night, when I wish to be in solitude
Watchful eyes are always near
They are and will always be my worst fear
Is it strange to hate the people who know you?
But love the ones who don’t care?
Tormented is my long lost passion
Should there be something filling the hole in my chest?
There was once something there were now there is nothing
I can’t recall exactly what
Should I be afraid?
I am not
The comfort I find is only from
Myself |
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