Forget what I did,
Forget what I said,
Just leave me behind,
Now that I'm dead.
If life is hell,
what is death?
Is it really that hard to say you love me
and mean it?
I have fun messing with the minds of those
who think theirs is better than mine.
They think I have problems
but have they seen into their own minds?
If the water you drink is red, warm and sweet,
would you still drink it from me?
If we only apologize with a breath that smells of alcohol , what is it worth?
I ask a question to the wind, and the answer will be on my grave.
When the world says goodbye, then, will I be ready to die?
I stare into darkness and reach out only to touch glass.
It was then that I realized that the darkness was me.
If darkness is the answer,
then I know everything.
Even surrounded by light,
my soul drowns in it's own shadows.
What is there for me
if no one sees me.
 Ayala55 · Tue Apr 27, 2010 @ 05:41am · 0 Comments |
