poison would tell a sweeter tale
when all other tears are cried i am left with this.
a lost head and a broken heart;
would i write a letter by which no one will answer.
would i write a dairy that would not be read.
would i speak in words which no one would reply to.
my faith is gone as is my will.
all i have is disaster.
a demon of temper who always gets his way.
a demon of motherhood who constantly quarels with me
and slowly kills my heart and soul day by day.
I cant do it anymore.
all i ever do is repeat myself.
its the same old tale, with the same old ending because im
to much of a coward to die out.