

What is this feeling?This feeling. What is this feeling? I don't like this feeling.What is this feeling?
The want to hurt others. The want to take revenge. The want to hurt myself.
This feeling that can start fights. this feeling we use to destroy. This feeling that hurts the ones we love.
What is this feeling I dislike? What is this feeling that won't go away? What is this feeling we call "anger"?


The DiseaseWhat is love? Love that people long for. For at the time, brings people down. Love that Brings people to their happiest moments, or can bring people to their knees. Love in which a man can live in passion, or live in fear.The Disease
And for that matter, what is hatred? Hatred that people don't want to feel, but people still feel its wretched curse. Hatred That can lead a man to forgiveness, or can lead to vengeance. Hatred that can lead a man to happiness, or bring him to everlasting rest.
And to all of this, confusion is the answer. Confusion that l


All I Want...The emptiness inside, the longing for you. Its so unbearable, I dont know what to do. I love you so much, I want you here. To keep you safe, to keep you near.All I Want...
From all the danger you might endure. I will be with you forever more. I will love you like this, I will love you forever. Nothing can keep us from being together.
The fire may burn us all the way to hell. But we will be safe in a protective shell. The shell of my heart that you now own. The heart that I trust with you alone.
Everyone wants beauty, or looks divine. But no


Why?Why do you do this? Why do you hurt me so? Why can't you see what you did? Why do you leave me when I need you? Why don't you notice my cry for help? Why don't you notice my cry for love? Why do you let me bleed? Why do you not see my blood? Why do you not notice it on my arm? Why?Why?


My NightmareMy Nightmare It is half past twelveMy Nightmare
And I’m tossing in bed I think I hear you
But that is all in my head
This is the third night this week
I toss and wake to my screams In my nightmares you live
When once you were part of my dreams
I grip my pillows tight
And cry out so many tears But if I close my eyes again The blackness returns me to my fears
In my dreams
I can see the pain
As death took you from me
I relive that dreadful hour
Every night
And this is what I see
There I am
Hold


AngerYou call me weak, I might be, You call me names, I take them, I stood up to you, You pushed me down, My body feels hot, My knuckles turn white, I close my eyes,Anger
When I open them you lay on the floor, Broken, Bleeding, You get up and swing at me, I swing back harder than ever before, As you fall I see tears of blood, Istill feel rage, I still feel hate, Everyone stares as they pull me away, Still swinging, Covered in blood that is not mine, You called me weak, But my hate for you made me strong.
WOAh man
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Blabla bla, gly~
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