Nov 13, 2003 20:53
Being dropped to a burning hell,
With a bleeding heart,
A blackened soul,
And a bloody wrist.
Cut with the knife,
I would rather have killed me.
But instead I'm being suffocated by the hate,
The pain of this fake world,
Why won't it just kill me?
Instead it will just take my life,
Slam it from hell to hell,
Make my body cry blood.
Which I will continue drowning in forever,
Without ever dying,
Without ever being able to stop fighting.
Just screaming, but getting no where.