Poem: The emptinessNothing more to say, as I walk by myself along the way. Hunging for love everyday, but no one can hear my prey. Emptiness is getting bigger, so are my thoughts of the trigger. Searching desperatly for peace in life, which seems to be inside the knife. All problems could go away, and I wouldn't be here to today. Feeling sorry for who I am, what I am, and what I can.Poem: The emptiness
Crying is all I ever do, because my love for you is true. Everything seems to depend on you. Don't ask me why, I haven't got a clue.
So bye to hapiness and joy,
