Treasure Island

Glenn McGahan

(1992 / Brattobro, Vermont)

Emotions


Emotions are all that bind me to this earth
They find me
Just to reminding me
That I still live
Life dosen't have so much to give

Each day the same as the last
Days after days pass
No control over my life
I am living in the past

Welcoming death with open arms
Hoping it will come swftly to bring me harm
But I wait and wait you never come
This feel you call love
Is the reason I am dieing young

Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2008
Edited: Saturday, April 11, 2009

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  • O Anna Niemus (6/22/2008 5:17:00 PM)

    may God send messengers to lift your spirits

    there is nothing another can give you which is not inside you

    cheers! (Report) Reply

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