Monday 1 February 2010 photo 4/4
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Trying to get a grip of whats left.
Hold a steady arm against the other,
Just to stop the blood, wildly pumping out.
With the emotions like fear, sadness and paranoia.
It's hard to walk forward in a straight line.
And even harder to even think about living again..
I want to defend my honor, my pride and my life.
But instead I throw it all away,
Waste it on fucked up shit.
And I can't really say why,
When I'm not apart of it.
Or what would I say,
I can't be apart of it anymore.
It killed me..
And maybe..
Just maybe..
I would be better of dead?..
Annons