lost. . .

May 4, 2010
i look into your eyes
they're red and blood shot
the words you speak
cut my wrist
my veins bleed
it's a never ending battle of shame
im lost in failure
pills are the only thing that kill the pain
only for a period of time
untill i actually need a hand to hold mine
i fly on broken wings
never leaving the ground
never seeing a sight to see
my tears never fail to fall
my heart has expired
hatred is my love
hatred is my drug
speaking is pointless
as it's written all over my pale, washed out face
my life struggles down the road of greatness
i've already lived my drawn out fate
ending is at the mature state of a life time
that's when this will all be over
winning this fight
my life will be mine

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