I do not know of what to speak
My mind goes numb and I feel weak
Tired of my fucking life
Tired of this world
I try to find out on my own
What is wrong or what is right
If what I feel is right ?
The pain that have been left inside
Will come back soon
One dreadful night
I'm tired of just writing poems , null in words of my once past
No one knows of my one gift , that God gave to me
No one cares of what I do .
They leave me blind , sad and blue.
I'm sick of sharing all my pain , with people that have no fame
What I feel is so complex , not even in a poem can it be compressed.
I think my world is coming to an end.
Do I really want it to end here?
This stupid thing that you call love.
That they say it's from above.
My words are meaningless and make no sense
I start to write with just non-sense
One thing just goes through my mind
Will you ever be just mine?
- by Cold
luni, 3 august 2009
I do not know
Publicat de Cold la luni, august 03, 2009
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