Saying Goodbye..., by excutterxoxo Subscribe to rss feed for excutterxoxo

saying good bye, is such a hard stress,
but now-a-days, i feel people would be better off.
i'm really weak, and on a suicidal count down every
second,
even though always seem happy, confident, strong, and
tough.

i haven't cried since, almost months ago,
and yet you think it's because i'm just faking the
depression and all.
yet it's only because i have no more tears to cry left,
and i'm waiting for my final fall.

I've learned to carve out my pain into my skin,
and weave it into something to tie around my neck.
and i try to smile and act like the world is perfect,
yet inside i am nothing more than a train wreck.

u think i am naive and unaware of others comments,
yet in true fact, I've heard them all and don't want to
hear them again.
and even though i try not to care,
society seems to force me to and now i'm counting down to
ten.

life is beautiful, yet filled with hardships,
we may all fall and cry, but u'll always have a hand to
hold.
yet just like a prostitute,
we give up our love and hope up to the world untold.

yet i dream of a day,
where all the pain goes away.
and i can smile without a knife in my hand...



...too bad it's only a dream...
Posted: 2010-04-28 02:48:35 UTC

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