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| Tormenting Myself |
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| by Tara | In the dark of the night
I scream and I cry
To get rid of what I hold inside
The demonic voices that yet haunt my head
repeating the resons I should be dead-
I finaly know the voices are my own
Im too scared to be alone
theres no hope,no love,no hate,
only silence
so I walk in the dark
without a light
searching for a guide
will i scream and cry untill I happily die?
Is this my existence?
just to lie here in emptiness.....yes,I suppose.
Its all I have left to hold on to.....
^morbid^ |
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