Saturday, 2 July 2011
The silence of my crimes. It honstly feels like im doin time and unable to say how I feel, instead lay clues in peoms and riddles. As I slowly die wonderen if and mybe my soul could for one night light the night sky as I leave for some thing else. I cant share the hurt and unable to tell the truth, I want to stay but my heart cant take the day to day and noone hears my silent tears of lost hope, a note and a rope, a razzor and a last goodbye. I did well to hide it but when u think back you'll see it clear. The truth sadly I never belonged here. So my words that were never there for fear u might understand and relise, then I would have to sort out these silent crys.