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| Resuscitating my strange life with a bitter feeling. Resent the periods of pain and down depressions. The agony I willingly suffered, made it me. Bittered and bleary living my life. Not doing anything to gain a newfound happyness. Waiting for past love to relive. So many wasted years, dreaming of something so distant and yet all around. Wasn't hard to fail, yet not easy to win. Looking in vain, beneath the black ice. Deep in the cold liquid, surrounding me while drifting away. jOhNduDe 20-1-2004 18:28 |
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| Wasted years |