Never thought I'd feel this way.
Never thought you'd make me cry.
Never thought you'd hear me say...
     Good-bye ... good-bye.
I've done wrong and so have you;
in this crazy game meant for two.
Now we find no one has won,
and it seems we're finally done.
I scream and cry,
and wonder why...
 we have ended up like this--was our love just a myth?
Now I struggle to just get by,
in this hell hole that we call life.
and I stand on the edge of a knife,
ready to take the plunge and end the strife.
The moment of truth is about to come,
soon my time here will be done,
soon it'll be over and I'll hurt no more.
Here I stand, will I open the door.
WHY!! WHY!! Do I hurt this way?
WHY!! WHY!! Do I feel this pain?
WHY!! WHY!! Do I want to end my life?
WHY!! WHY!! Do I stand on the edge of a knife?
So, this is another of the writings that I, personally, wrote when involved with the G-Bull members. I can't remember what was going on during this time, but I know for sure that it was about 2005, and I was still in high school. It isn't very good, and it doesn't make a lot of sense, but there you have it: writing number dos!
-Andy J. Graves
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