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confusion

 

my life is scatter like rice

my sense is full of hate

my angry ease my pain

my lies tricks my brain

my eyes i stop from rain

and from love i retrain

forgiveness i am not worthy of

for love that as no meaning

for caring that as no sharing

and for my heart that is forever broken

suffering that never seem to end

for our emeny is our friend

for faith is the law

and hope is for us all

but we some time fall

and for help, we call

but i doom with my own curse

i am perish with my own words

i am lifeless because i refuse

i am stress because i know i being used

but i am love because my mom choose to endore it with me

i sad of i dont know

i am greatfull to whom i have met

but i look forward for life after death

and when my life end

i wish i wont be born in sin again

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