| October 16, 2000 I can see it coming, yet i cannot hear blow up in my face live out my fear. Did i commit some horrible sin? what did i do to deserve this? Life is a waste of time, it fades out like a dying hiss. I'm guilty of loving, I'm tried for feeling I'm drug out and beaten, praying and kneeling Save my soul, If you are out there I need an escape, this is too much to bear. My heart tears, its stretched too thin, My stomach knots, into a thousand balls I hate this pain coming from within I'll cry and pray, i'll laugh and close off i will fade quiety i will sleep nicely |
| A few poems i wrote about a year ago |