Nov 29, 2004 00:19
(Sometimes we experience things that we can't understand, this is me pleading with God for a reason for all my pain at this time in my life.)
This feels so wrong,
this can't be right;
but who am I to decide my life.
How could it be...
how could it be...
better off this way?
You turned your eyes,
away from me.
Why do I hurt the ones I love?
How could I be...
how could I be...
better here than dead?