I try ever day to live on with out you but I can't take it. I work ever night to get you off my mind.
Seems I can't take my own problems. Work on fixing ever mistake but I can't fix myself. I wasn't ment to be my father left me. Alone and my friends moved form there old homes.
I am left with nothing but tears and at least you try to help me my dear. It doesn't work all the time but I love you for trying.
When you are crying I want to make you smile so I fake being happy just so you see.
Even in the light there is some kind of darkness and in your life I am the darkness. Maybe I should leave so you can breath and not worry about hurting me.
Part 2- My love I wish to make you feel better and happy you never ever hurt me.I can't take much more of you always blaming your self for things you don't even do.
I will always love you,
no matter what you are. If you we're to die I would do more then just cry. Living without you hurts me even more then with you.
You don't hurt me because baby your the one who made me ,the person I am today. Every night I close my eyes and pray that you will be OK. I cry my self to sleep and don't speak to any one all day because your the only one on my mind. What I am saying my dear is you are ment to be here.
YOU ARE READING
Life Of The Dead
RandomI wanted to start writing the little poems that are in my brain down so I will always have them I hope that you will like them as much as I do.
