It all lays heavy on my soul
my past,my pain,my sorrow,my hunger
slowly,every one takes its toll.
As they say you mess with the bull
You get the horns,oh those horns.
They could put you in the Hospital.
For I ,and only I,feel this everyday thing,
the thing for which, many have felt,
and this thing that has killed many.(this thing we call pain)
yes,I dance in the pouring rain,
but every time i dance alone.
Yet through it all I remain sane
For each friend ,I picked a rose.
afterwards I always had its thorn.
"why me god?.."only He knows
This empty void will it ever close?
This hole left by my friends?
Through my veins my blood flows!
So I am able to continue on!
I will no be left out in the dust!
No one may feast upon my carrion!
for I am strong even with
my wretched life
the good and bad side of something beautiful, kinda like Yin & Yang
[fruf] 6:57 pm: <3"