by keyta dawn snyder
Tentions run high
Can't see through blood shot eyes.
Hard to breathe, my chest is aching
I cannot see, I keep on shaking.
To myself, I keep telling,
"You don't need this"
"Don't cry, it's not worth it."
Want to say something, but can't.
My feet give out, I can't stand.
Wondering why am I blessed with such horror,
Everything's like it was before.
I'm used as a tool
These feelings are unstoppable.
No one will ever understand why I am the way I am.
Throwing things again.
Tensions flaring bright
I can't take this tonight.
The tears won't stop.
I just feel like giving up.
Do they even listen or care?
Will they always be there?
Voices keep telling me it's not worth it.
But, I'm through with this
I promised I would NEVER be like her
But, everytime I turn around my moods turn...
JUST LIKE HER!!
Tensions strong enough to kill.
She knows I love her still
Does she care, she tried to kill herself twice?
WEll, my tensions will soon enough...
Cost me my LIFE...