Death,why art though want me to be here take me with you to tis grace,
when former loves true compassion show,
the stakes sharpen and wounded with fury.
I'm one to blame he says,
dare not say my death is immune.
pain surches my body and nothing will be the same,
the sent of displeasement and disliking may further hate his fury.
lose control and not speak for tis who i shall be.
belittle to the past of life and yet no wonder will i stay?
belittle toward one naother and never will i see the light of day.
lonely as one and just as another,though not loveable and though is placed on to be.
always cold always lonely always seeking death.
i'm a 2nd as i always am,for once...i want to be first.
but never will i be till life bids bye.
chosen over is my faith will i tolerate ones unhappyness.
will i be happy knowing i'm not one of to be.
i may not life to see teh day i'm truely happy.
i deserve to die many says and many treat me unkind.
i want someone to choose me for one,whom will understand.
though no one is perfect.........
atleast know my faith.
My faith is die a lonesome death and with this shall i know already.
i am not one to matter......
not one to care.......
not allowed to express my thoughs......why am i controled?
limited........
always.....a limit..........will i sacrafic all i have to be withi one?
only time will tell,for it may sooner then its begining.
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