do i push you away
or is it just the words that i say?
when i say things to you
do u think them tru?
i guess you never do,
maybe only a few,
but thats not much to say,
cuz with u it's the same everyday,
u'r all the same,
deliver upon me the same pain,
with u why do i try?
this is why i wish i would just die,
escape from all these lies,
the false cries,
go into a world where life is not cold,
meet sum1,
who wouldn't kill me with pain & make me feel so numb,
but i'm sry for the things that i do,
the lenghts i go just for you,
maybe to u it's a crime,
or maybe u just need a little more time,
my confession is now my aggression,
and this is my mind repeating every session,
overtaken with depression and suicide as a life
my only friend is the sharp edged knife. |
