living costantly
dieing slowly
reaching the end
slowly killing my soul
fear is mot i word i know
kill me
thats fine with me
dice the blade
one look at me
you slowly die inside
fear is killing you
but fear lets you live
but it eats at your soul
but with no fear you have
no soul
wow sis you are getting good at your writting.. i am proud of you even though its a bit disturbing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I rarely read bios / profiles (no exception here) , but I wish (should you ever read this) you'd take the time to just apply a bit of polish. This is good, but could easily be great!