Questions Without Answers


What is love?

Is there truly such a thing?


I thought I had it many times past

And I found, through a broken heart,

That it wasn’t real at all


If there isn’t love at all

Why then do I believe I have fallen -

Into this pit so many times?


Here I am thinking I have it all

When in truth I have nothing but pain


I ask for only the small things

Things that have no material value at all

Yet I cannot get any of it


So I ask for things with a price

And still I receive nothing


What am I to do?

Many have told me to get out of it

Yet I am unable to leave


Am I stuck with this unbearable pain?

I don’t want to be at all

For it tears me into pieces every day


I seem to have nothing left,

No life, no love, no heart, nor soul


What am I to do with this?

I can’t comprehend what to do


To leave, or to stay

That is the real question

One I, to this day, cannot answer



Written on

April 8, 2001 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was about an ex. There were no answers for me.

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Volume One







Cheap imitations

Broken Imaginations


everything seems to be falling apart

even from the beginning, even from the start

cutting straight through to the heart

just when I believe everything is fine

I find myself walking on that vary thin line


Empty thoughts

twisting and turning leaving me in knots

trying to hold onto what's left

even if that means using my last breath


my mind wanders

leaving the pain to follow

my thoughts so hallow

the pain begins to show

everything trapped below

my emotions out of control

my reactions slowing


a wasted life

broken like a rusty knife


No where left to run, no where left to hide

Nothing left but the darkness







Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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