Dead Inside
With a strange feeling in my heart,
i exist in my days.

This life of mine,
on me,
is nothing but a waste.

This strangeness that asks me to get over everything,
to begin with the end,
to see it out till the very end.

The story that's been me,
my life, my me,
I do not wish to endure,
I do not wish to end.
I just can't accept the fact that my best...
Is just to play pretend.

Oh how i wish, i could stop my mind,
my emotions,
the me who pities my I.

I just don't get it,
why why oh bloddy hell..why...
without her,
i don't wanna survive.

© oneLastBreeze