Saturday, 8 December 2007

I am Loco

Just kill me
I can't breath,
All that is gone,
Is guiding me to the end.
When the sickness makes me break.
I feel like I am dying.
I beg myself to put my pride upon a shelf.
Life is not forever,
But if life would stay together,
Then I would have a friend.
And my depression have an end.
I've been thinking,
And thinking always gets me in to trouble,
But since I have a double personality.
Its alright it seems.

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