.October - November 2001.
This dying bride
is contemplating suicide
I'm so sick and I'm so tired
lost in all my memories of you
my heart is broken,
aching, an infected wound
that cannot heal
Without you I am nothing
a useless excuse for a human being
I can't seem to do anything
this blanket of sadness has weighted me down
and I'm suffocating
and suffering
Sure, i am existing, but what fool would call this living
I am just barely surviving
I'm not sure i can make it through another day of this pain
Of my tears,
an ocean in which i could drown
I just want to leave this place, now
I don't want to keep going,
waiting for it to stop hurting
I don't want to keep on
thinking, feeling, breathing
living on the edge of a knife
internally bleeding
Lost the plot and alone
WHERE THE FUCK AM I ???!!!???
