Tuesday, December 9, 2008

death of a wounded soul

many nights have I stayed up.
many nights you have said I love you.
You have shown me that you don't care
yet I know you do, or at least I think you do

You play with my heart, you torture my soul
you tell the world to kill me now
to leave me hanging
to leave no hope behind

my hope is dying
little by little the dim light vanishes
my soul dies, my heart bleeds
and my being slowly dies.

1 comment:

  1. no one can kill you. You decide, hon. I´m with you. Count on me. I´m praying for you. I love you.

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