This is something I wrote out on Sunday. I felt horrible and I still do. Not like I'm sick, but like I'm getting stabbed repeatly, but with different things (ex: knife, then sword,etc.). the differentweapons representthe different things that are happening in my life and I'm sure you get the rest... so this is something i wrote to vent my feelings, rather than telling you what happened. this does not relate to anything that happened, but rather what I felt about them. I hope you enjoy reading it. My friends that commented it on facebook liked it, so i hope you like it too. :) here it is. My Pain, My Heart, and My Soul.

my pain... it won't go away
it doesn't stop for breaks
it continues throught the night
making it hard to sleep

my heart... it's been crushed
it's been beaten around
it's hanging by a thread of hope
waiting to be cut down any moment

my soul... it's disappearing
disappearing into an oblivion
it's trying to come back
but fails to make any progress

my pain, my heart, my soul
they never felt this way before
it hurts me so...
I can't take much of this anymore

I can't take much of this anymore

I can't take much of this anymore...