Im Still Here
Crying, weeping, dying, and lying.
The story of my life.
Cutting, freaking, running, and untrying.
The things i used to do everynight.
My life was dark with hate.
I never tried to work with myself.
I may have had a fate,
But i always seemed to loose myself.
All the things come back that i could not face,
lost people i love,
and moving to a new place.
my eyes are red from crying,
i truly miss you soo.
Im sick of loved ones dying.
it seems my life is at a new low.
the one i love left me,
and all our memories die,
I dont see how my friends agree,
They dont know the story,
between him and I.
I tried to run from life,
With a friend by my side.
i began to have strife.
then tighter the string tied.
so here i am still sitting
Crying and complaning.
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