

Gone?The cold. The dark. The empty.Gone?
All the things that are depicted All the things that are described
But what about all that are left behind?
What about all the things in my past?
The happy. The love. The care.
All of it is good None of it is pure Still It sits forgotten
Nothing is taken from my past
All they see is the outer shell
All they see is what I show them
When I open up my eyes When I open up my heart
I fear. Fear brings all the others back &n


What I really amThere isnt anything I know Anything that stays in me Dont know where to go Dont know how to sayWhat I really am
Its already become me
Hate and rage and pain Grows up and says goodbye Now I can finally
feel the cold rain on me
Say theres another part of life Say theres another reason for My eternal emptiness
Where has it gone? Is it gone for good? Is there anything I can ever see? Is there anything I will ever feel?
It was all I knew It was all I felt Never blue Just hate to
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you cannot answer a single question without creating hundreds more, and that my dear, is one of the many beauties of life.
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~MY BIG TOP TRICKS WILL ALWAYS MAKE YOU HAPPY
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