
Fear III'm so numb; just a shell, Conflicts eat at me; a living hell, It makes me cry, I just want to die...
I'm so alone.
No one helps me, You can't see, Why don't they listen instead? Words not from heart but the head?
I hate it.
It's not so often but too much still, I want to get away hide; that's my will. But yet I love them I really do, But it doesn't matter; it's true.
Nothing matters.
Raised voices and hissing yells, Like random; clanging bells, I sit alone quiet; sad. I'm always quiet; yet always mad.
I hate myself.
I'm the silent curser; full of rage. The difference is; I write it on a page, But I'm sad to Fear II by ~Parrisa
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