This Is Hell
Hell is life in the face of my hands
Creeps in the night
People in fright
Too many lifes falling apart
Too many nights alone in the dark
Why is life the way it is
Why not take the life that is gived
Why does it rain
Why do we cry
Why do we have to live an empty life
THe sun will rise
Memeroies will be forgot
This is a hell of a life of hate in pain
Copyright © Janae Morgan | Year Posted 2010
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