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By Farah Submitted by twisted_lie Date: 2004 Jul 24 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.24.07.41.11662]] |
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I'm so tired of thinking, I'm so sick of this feeling.. It's like my skin is dry and i keep on peeling.. I look up at the sky to see no birds flying, I ponder around to find endless pain and dying.. How long can I bear this,standing still with no trying? It's like people's souls are on sale,thier lives is all I can afford buying.. In a battle I am,at a war where soliders never stop fighting, to my rights I will stand up,just like a storm has it's lightening.. This bubble I will burst,this shell I shall break, To face this world it can't be that frightening.. A dead person with no luck and nothing to loose.. as destiny drags me down,my path it will choose. Saturday 29-3-2003 |