Suicide is the answer
To many questions asked.
It hides inside of you
But it will be unmasked.
' Please, See Me Through My Tears '
You asked, 'How are you doing? ' As I tell you, tears came to my eyes….
And you looked away and quickly began to talk again.
All the attention you had given drained away.
'How am I doing? '
Please forgive me
I never meant to be
I loved you but I had to let you free
You died because of me
I hate me
I hate u for loving me
I hate that I need u
I hate that you love me
Each Moment Of Love Remains Like A Song...
Each moment of love remains like a song
In the flow of our lives, in the lilt of our years,
Gripping our thoughts in its simple refrain,
Healing with beauty our unanswered pain,
12: 15pm 04/13/05'
every single day
can I get away?