Strange

I can't write if I don't feel Despair, Silence hangs in the air, All that I know is I can't let go, Too great is Sorrow. I fight each day to be strong, But someone always finds me to be wrong, Be my painkilling drug, My grave I have dug. Loneliness floods my heart, I'm being torn apart, Is it any wonder I like screaming at thunder? All that I know Is I can't let go for Their words dance inside my head, Sometimes I wish I were dead, But I know nothing'll change, Even in Death I'd be Strange......

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 9/27/2012 3:07:00 PM

Life is what you make it. Watch and listen ...... life is not that bad. Well written Summer. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)

Summer Arthur
Date: 9/29/2012 1:38:00 AM

Thank you! :) I wrote this a long while back, when I was still drowning in the darkness of my soul but I thought I'd post it on here and see what people thought about it :) And you're right, life really isn't all that bad. I've begun to watch and listen, still have a long way to go, but I'm reaching out for it. :)