Sep 15, 2004 23:29
Violently suffocating.
That's my end.
To never reach the beautiful place.
To never make amends.
I am here to watch the dreams
As the seperate and fade
The worn tatters of who I am
And the moves in the game that are made.
I cry out to God this star-lit night.
How am I to cope?
His smile offers a distant reminder
That through Him I may find hope.
And yet here I am to watch them fall.
I make their pain my own.
Forever wandering, I am the lost
Forever without a home.
Forget being emo. I don't know how to deal with things latley. I would be angry with my Father, but He would only love me. I feel dead inside. Been there. Done that. And yet here I am.