Dark days, by Joanne Subscribe to rss feed for Joanne

So much I want to say, 
so much I never will, 
I want to tell you all,
the hell that I live in.

What it’s like to be me, 
knowing all you dread, 
laying before your eyes, 
wishing it were dead.


The darkness surrounds you,
swallowing happiness,
making you look a fool,
making you feel alone.

Wishing for an end, 
to the sickness within, 
waiting for the light, 
only redemption can bring.
Posted: 2008-03-16 23:28:58 UTC

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