lost

<font face=times> December 6 2005 God, how you may look at me and never know a truth so true that it does lie how a night may fall without an utter word spoken a girl so dead that she cannot cry how cruel a world we live in where people hate and i envy you for such a feeling how destructive a standard you live by where we watch and ignore those in need of healing how could one gaze upon my face and see but nothing the fear that minipulates those in distraught also devours a soul how could the touch of your hand have commence such a hatred the love that withered in a day and left her out of control how can you sit there and lie to her the evidence so feirce she holds it in her bloody hands how could sit there with murderous hate in her heart the tears of christ himself falling as she runs inland how much more should i run chasing a dream of any remaining sanity how much longer can i hold my lips together and keep the blade away hoping for a disclosure for my remaining humanity ...i am lost...