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why?...
Why is the hurt quite so deep?
Why does everything seem so bleak?
Why does everything seem so dull?
Why does something feel not full?
Somethings wrong and I don’t know what
Somethings wrong and its a pain in the butt
Its like somethings eating away at me from the inside out
Something’s wrong and I want to scream and shout
I need to find out what the hell is going on
I need to find out what is wrong
The depression that I feel
Makes me cry
Makes me kneel
Makes me quiver
Makes me shake
Makes my stomach hurts
Makes it ach
I need someone there for me
Right here and right now
I need more than a friend to help me through this
I need a love or something close to it
I dont want the hurt
I dont want the pain
I need the comfort
I need the gain.
The soul no longer exists, for it has wivered away into almost nothing. I still feel its pulse, but it grows weaker by the day, while another presence flourishes in its wake. Perhaps it's evil, perhaps it's my soul's rebirth, I do not know.
I seek an answer within, but I hear nothing. My soul no longer speaks to me, for it lost the will to speak so long ago. Only memories remain, with joy spread far and between. Too much pain, too much conflict has caused my soul to be mute and powerless against this growing presence.
A choice will be made, and what path I go down I've yet to know. My soul can tell me, but it no longer exists. I hear nothing, for my soul no longer exists.
"I need more than a friend to help me through this
I need a love or something close to it"
god...