Faded is my Life
As I think about the blood that could flow down my wrist I ask myself again why do I resist? Why do I resist the thought Of ending my pathetic life? Knowing that I'll never Make a good wife. Oh how I'm useless Never to have a reason to why I am in this place Watching every season. I count the seasons that pass me by as I sit there all alone and faded is my life.
Xmeshi-chanX · Sat Feb 10, 2007 @ 05:15am · 0 Comments |