I do not feel well at all. It was another bad night with my sunshine. My stomach; I wish I could tare it out. I did it though so I have to deal with the consequences.

These wounds,
That won't heal,
Being confused,
Whats the deal,
Torture and pain,
Go away,
This is a game,
I don't want to play,
I can't stand to see,
My own reflection,
I've lost my soul,
In this pit of rejection,
I can't define,
This painful sensation,
I'll never find,
My holy salvation,
I keep to myself,
If it's any consolation,
Or is my death,
Your only Compensation...

itsjustme

<div class="foot">(Edited by itsjustme111 on 08/10/04 04:59 AM.)</div>