HelpMe!

Im over the top,
its hard to stop,
its called the snowball effect,
and sadly its not really a laught.
im sorry i hurt you,
i realy fucked up.
jelous and angry at my own stupid self.
im runnin on empty.
i could be losen my mind,
and the thing which keeps me going
is rembern when she was mine.
but as it is it wont ease the pain,
and tonight i cant face the rain.
i work in a office, its to often to hot.
noone understands me, for it seems im now lost.
its a place called limbo and i need out,
but you could be my helpin hand,
but then again you wont.
and i could forget you,
but tbh your my last hope.
and im holdin on till everyone is gone,
cause everything i love is lost as if someones taken it away.
so what to do and were this ends well who can say?

another sorry story.

Noone can find u here,
lest not tonite. But i first have to sleep to find here,
but with little faith sadly i lose face, who is that in the mirror tonite?
hopefully me

And a teardrop falls and breaks into a million dimonds
each more beautifull then the last screamin stay with me,
lest let me not wake from this dream,
lest let me pretend,
lest let me hold on five minutes more!

touch me once more.

Its easy for you to say it hasnt gone wrong as you sit on your throne,

while i chew on old bones,

im so dry, im soo old.

so the ringin in my ears is gettin louder,

and the bed grows more uncomfertable,

im drinkin from a empty glass of water

which i supose is good as it doesnt matter if it spills.

i havent got the biggest volcably,

so it means i have have less words to say so much.

but words dont matter really as all i want is your touch.