Broken, by HangmanTheory Subscribe to rss feed for HangmanTheory

My soul is broken,
It died long ago.
My pride has been shattered,
Most of the pieces are lost.
I can’t take much more,
Is my time to go near?
Is life so cruel,
As to torture us so?
The people and their hate,
They turn our world into a black hole.
All words spoken,
Shred through me like a knife.
I can’t run away, for if I do,
Their words will follow,
To haunt and taunt me.
My only choice is to stay,
And live out my worst nightmare,
And tolerate the darkness.
Posted: 2006-01-05 04:31:34 UTC

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