Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Too Late

Blood is raging

Don't ask me why

This meaningless life

Just waiting to die

A victim of the pain

I've built up inside

Nowhere it can go

Nowhere it can hide

What else can I do

For I have nothing left inside

My life revolving aound

Fear and foolish pride

I'm fighting a battle

I just can't win

Everyone's against me

I'm running against the wind

Thoughts of suicide

Running through my veins

Not wanting to die

Just kill the pain

In my heart

The answers wait

Will I find them in time

Or is it already too late...

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