| whAt iT'S LiKE... |
| another meaningless day gone. the past: a scar that's hangin on; and me: an irrelivence; it seems. no one even knows how I feel. broken and thrown away, like a child's toy out-played. crying like a fool at dawn. struggling on; I grow so worn. take each day by another, and beg for time, like grains of sand. loathed and hated. always lies, and how it feels to be denited. I've lost another peice of me. full of hate; can't even see. I've bled so much my eyes are dry, and you'll never know what it's like, to take my body and my mind; like enimies, I find; and choke upon the words I know: what other seeds of hate I sow. the scars are in my head, yeah. I'm so alone and I'm scared. I'd like to open ym eyes now, and wake up; I just can't somehow. blistered, bitter and broken. coughing then; now I'm choking. loosing all that I have felt. it's not me here: just my shell. I pretend I hear you talking. every meaning you have's falling. I'll curl up in a ball and die. but hey, that's just what it's like. |