<< Previous • Message List • Next >>
Jun 10, 2012 at 7:03pm
#2403200
I walk along the rails as slow as snails I look ahead as I feel dead Life has become unbearable and unshareable I keep the pace with a look of chagrin on my face This journey called life is now filled with emotional strife I kick the pail along the rail I close my eyes and relive my cries Of my attack that makes me out of whack I want to die and hate to lie I can say I am fine that is a lame line I want to be set free of this fear inside me It is not my fault I feel trapped in a vault I feel low and need to let go I am grateful for my life but haunted by the psychological strife I need to be at peace to feel release I need to move on before my soul is gone Peace come to me set me free   ** Image ID #1472395 Unavailable **  |
