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this cant be happening

Contributed by silenceinthestorm on Wednesday, 10th August 2005 @ 07:14:39 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



feedelamort_1_

have you ever sat there one day
and sudenly something happens
and you get so quiet
like the eye of a storm
and you can feel and
hear
your mind snap
like a milion ruber-bands
pulled to there limit?

and everything just stops
as it builds up inside
and you know whats coming
yes, you know

you blow your top
and go insane
you through things
you yell... and there is no one there
you cant move
just stare out into an empty casum
you see it but then you dont
every sound is hightend and sharp
you can here people calling your name
soon yelling it
but there is no one there

you cant help but wonder
what did i do to deserve this
....
i have thought about suicide before
but i new i would never do it
its against my morals
but
recently .... that nife is looking
verry friendly

have you ever heard that country song
whisky lullaby
it pretty much applys here
but even when i put that bottle to my head and pull the triger
he will still be in my memory

hanting me after death
pretty soon i will be the dust in the attick of his mind
and he wont even remeber me
just traces

so dont be surprised when you find me with my face down in the pillow
clinging to his picture for dear life
i dont have the strength to get up off my knees this time

... i love you




Copyright © silenceinthestorm ... [ 2005-08-10 19:14:39]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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