July 11, 2009
By myself
Not knowing
Anything else
This is who I sm
No one to talk with
To talk too
No one will listen
I hate being alone
This will be no more
A noose will be tied to a tree branch
It's going to put me out of misery
No one will listen to me
So whats the point of being alive?
There is none
So let me do what I feel I need to do
Don't stand in my way
Cause if you do
You'll leave me
And you won't talk to me when
I need you the most
That is what I am

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback