Cold Tuesday, October 28, 2003Cold stone to your heart.Feeling the shortness of breathEverything goes hazzyYou begin to feel numb.The thoughts and feelings of loseing all you care for.You tell your self you dont care, tell your self it never mattredYet you know its a lie.Pushing into your soul.Struggleing to make it through.Scared to live, terrifed to die.Falling into a endless dark whole.Loseing your mind trying to figure your self out.Confused on everything.Confused on anything.
Sta.sh
