haunting my memories
I bask in the blood,
the sweet release I remember.
I sink slowly
back into darkness,
living in the past-
it's easier.
easier to dream,
to wish,
to want,
than to get up each day
with the pain.
easier to cry,
to let tears overtake me,
than to wipe them away
again.
I dont have the strength
to wipe my tears anymore,
and no-one can save me,
Im lost...
It was easier to live with secrets,
than to know now my options are gone...
except one.......
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Written August 9th, 2005
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Good for you, Ili, Im really happy for you- seriously, but that doesnt help me at the moment. *smiles apologetically* sorry!
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*smiles fondly at Alia*
No, I can't. God's too cool to do that. And if it really offends you, I won't talk to you about him anymore. But if not, I can't help it...I have been where you are right now, Alia. I have been there, and I have come out of it. -
God....*sighs* cant you say anything without dragging God into it?!
and I know...really I do...it doesnt change anything. -
Sad, Brutal
Alia, you don't half to live in the past. You don't half to fear tomorrow or be cault in everlasting pain. There is release. God gives release from pain...
And the trap of living in the past, refusing to face reality is that we withdrawn and just, just...sigh...it makes it worse I think.
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