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August 02 Is anything real anymore Or is everything artificial The thoughts I have are they orginal. Can anyone truly love or taste something new Has it all been recycled How can we know I am not real the medicine takes over I have fogotten how to be me. July 29 The real youTo think I trusted you Maybe almost loved you . All the time never knowing The real you
The you that is in love with her not me Who only wants to use me
You would have tossed me aside And never really cared as long as you got yours
Now I know before it was too late That I am too strong to let you hurt me July 28 My MiserySleepy and driven to find
what I need
My world is dark
with out you
Black and blue is my heart
Its torn all apart
Pain is all
I will ever know
Cold and distant to all
I am missing you
And its all my fault
I made you go
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