You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
Keep holding on
Monday, September 27, 2010 / 10:04 PM
millions of thought that passes through my mind ,
somehow can never be processed into words.
knowing that i here am being left behind,
with many questions unanswered, together merged.
many hows and many whys--
many whats and many wheres.
many answers but all are lies,
desperate to escape this nightmare.
to close the door and sit on the floor,
knowing i am alone once more.
please oh please stop coming back,
i'm sick of all these attacks.
