As sleep eludes me again...
I think of you, it brings back an empty pit....
I cry burning tears,
I'm tired of being dragged down...
I can't break away, It's like I'm drowning....
I feel a lump in my throat that makes it hard to breathe....
Your so far away... away from me.... why should I even care? I'm tired of making myself hurt,
forcing myself to stay up... just to be able to talk to you....
for what...
one moment of happiness then I sink farther down...
Do you seek pleasure in it when you read what I wrote...
what if I told you that you started it..... you made me start it... what does that make you feel like? Do you even care?
Now I can't stop.... any pain..... whatever it may be...
I'm cold, I'm always cold,
I can feel the heat sucked out of me...
from the pain... sucking all warmth,
just leaving a bitter chill that won't go away.....
2007-08-18
14:04:26
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