Reeks
Your soul reeks with pain
its calling out to me.
I feel sorry for you.
sorry even tho I cant do anything
ill pray for you if that even helps a little
wishing your okay yet your not
im sorry I made you feel this way.
your soul is yelling at me telling me you hate me.
tell me all your pain im sorry but its just to late.
wish I could help you but I cant.
So good bye now that you hate me.
its all my falut.
I didnt mean to hurt you
but I did and its a little to late.
Copyright © Ashton Anderson | Year Posted 2006
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