Hoping for a new day that never comes,
pleading for a release to the pain,
even the self inflected,
is just not happening.
...
Love,
is just hate in a disguise.
Hate,
is obsession wearing a mask.
...
Only Way Out
Hoping for a new day that never comes,
pleading for a release to the pain,
even the self inflected,
is just not happening.
I look for that special something that i was promised,
and nothing.
Suicide,
my fear,
my drive,
my sanctuary,
my only way out.