will always be there,
When the world begins to tear.
No one was ever there for me
They always left me be,
thinking I was always so free.
Stop Me
I cant breath,
The water in my lungs,
The frost at my fingertips
The blue on my lips.
I cant think,
The stabbing of needles in my chest,
The poking of my flesh,
The world of pain that is my bane.
I cant speak.
Something stopping me,
Something pushing me,
Something killing me.
*C*
I warned you all.
But no one was listening.
I reached out my hands,
Drenched in blood of my self preservation
No one saw
even though I was in a crowed street.
And as I laid there,
Glazing eyes ...
I made one last attempt
For them to save lives
*C*
And I made them all hear
When I decided to scream.
I found people were listening
So, I stopped my voice, hoarse and raw.
Blood.... was all they saw.
Once more I looked around to see nothing.
So I screamed again,
*C*
And soon I was left with nothing.
(well thats my big poem for now. Sorry.... I've been grounded for a great while ^_^;)
Hi
Anonymous
May 22 2003, 14:09:26 UTC 14 years ago
black_graffiti666@hotmail.com
Re: Hi
May 22 2003, 18:10:59 UTC 14 years ago