takingback98
07/01/05, 11:59 AM
I found myself alone, to reflect, to understand.
And all I can see is hate, deception, and lies.
For as far as my eyes can see, I am alone.
Alone to reflect, and to understand.
But why must I remain alone?
Have I separated myself from the world,
Or has the world separated from me?
My only weakness becomes my essence of being.
I exist only to be alone, to reflect, to understand.
So this is what I live to be,
And this dark is all I will see,
Such a depressing reflection of me.
There's not much left of my life now,
So I shall make my departure short…
I have not chosen this demise,
It has chosen me.
I would not have done this to myself,
If I got to call the shots.
I am sorry to say that any good in my life,
Was crucified long before I woke.
And it would seem I was born to be alone,
To reflect, to understand.
But the deceptions have fooled even me.
I live to write of my sorrows, to write of my loneliness, my reflections.
I die to understand.
And to be reborn alone, to reflect, to understand.
And until I find a light, an escape,
I will be born alone, live to reflect, and die to understand.
And to pass the time I shall write.
In these writings I have stumbled across a beckon,
You have become my escape from the darkness.
And through my writings you have showed me,
That I am dieing to understand,
I live to be with you,
And that I was born to write.
my friend wrote this and sent it to me, i thought it was amazing, especially the last couple of lines. he wanted to see what other people thought so i thought id post on here. let me know what you like and dont like.
And all I can see is hate, deception, and lies.
For as far as my eyes can see, I am alone.
Alone to reflect, and to understand.
But why must I remain alone?
Have I separated myself from the world,
Or has the world separated from me?
My only weakness becomes my essence of being.
I exist only to be alone, to reflect, to understand.
So this is what I live to be,
And this dark is all I will see,
Such a depressing reflection of me.
There's not much left of my life now,
So I shall make my departure short…
I have not chosen this demise,
It has chosen me.
I would not have done this to myself,
If I got to call the shots.
I am sorry to say that any good in my life,
Was crucified long before I woke.
And it would seem I was born to be alone,
To reflect, to understand.
But the deceptions have fooled even me.
I live to write of my sorrows, to write of my loneliness, my reflections.
I die to understand.
And to be reborn alone, to reflect, to understand.
And until I find a light, an escape,
I will be born alone, live to reflect, and die to understand.
And to pass the time I shall write.
In these writings I have stumbled across a beckon,
You have become my escape from the darkness.
And through my writings you have showed me,
That I am dieing to understand,
I live to be with you,
And that I was born to write.
my friend wrote this and sent it to me, i thought it was amazing, especially the last couple of lines. he wanted to see what other people thought so i thought id post on here. let me know what you like and dont like.