Just a fading flashback of a life that's fading away.
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Hate, lies, guilt, to see one cry. Sorrow, pain, play and use, it's just another game. Torment, hiding alone, no way to escape, this hell house we call home.
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I'm ready to give up, I'm ready to give in, these games I've had enough, and the razor slices my skin. The blood drips down, and I look and try to see, but no one is around, and I continue to bleed.
You wanted to know the truth, I'm tellin it now, and how many times I was a bitch to you, yet you never turned around.
No one could understand, so you got close to me, we came to close to just be friends, and all you'll ever do is watch me leave.
So you held me back, when I wanted to let go, confused of where I was at, and things I didn't want to know.
*..*
Just a fading flashback of a life that's fading away.
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Hate, lies, guilt, to see one cry. Sorrow, pain, play and use, it's just another game. Torment, hiding alone, no way to escape, this hell house we call home.
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You've seen the scars on my wrists, so then you questioned me, on why I did this, and then I watched you leave.
I knew this time, you'd turn away, but it didn't stay that way for long.
I've came back, and trusting you, yet you stay, you know what's true.
I'm almost like Laura, but alittle more unsteady, but I look at Patrick, cuz I know I'm not ready.
So I look for you, and I don't know why, the way youve helped me, even when I've cried.
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Just a fading flashback of a life that's fading away.
But the question is............
Are you ever goin to turn away?
Why am I scared to talk?
Is it because I know what you'll say,
Or what you'll do next?
It's just ....
Just a fading flashback of a life that's fading away.
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Written July 22nd, 2005
