With sickness and homicide.
The life that surrounds us full of death.
Its unbelievable how hard we try just to survive.
Broken hearts and prying games,
You wonder why theres such a thing as suicide.
How are we in today's generation,
Expected to keep our head's up high,
And our hope beyond the sky.
When the one's we love either leave or die.
You learn eventually life's not just rainbows and butterflies.
There's now death and heart ache that reaches us.
You wake up each morn and day,
Saying, "I hope today is not my end."
It's a sad and cruel world,
But what can we do?
I say let's sit and watch,
Wait and listen.
Is death the new bliss?
I'd say it is.
Life is death, as death is life.
Just don't be afraid when you don't wake up one day.






--
" Cerco, in ogni Foto, un ricordo..."
--
" Cerco, in ogni Foto, un ricordo..."
--
"Its not the size of the man in a fight, but the size of the fight in a man."
I've just read your journals and they're really good!
It's written in a beautiful emotional way..
I also like the title you chose for the journal about that litte boy..
Really nice..^^
Keep up the good work.
Love,
Margot
--
Previous Page12Next Page