Like the sea,
constantly changing from calm to ill.
Madness fills my heart and soul
as if the great divide could
swallow me whole.
Oh,
how
I'm
breaking
down.
Some one come,
come and save my life.
Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead...
but now it's like the night
is
taking sides.
When all the worries that occupy
the back
of my mind..
Could it be?
This misery
will suffice.



I'm starting to hate love.
Hating to be loved
and loving to be a lover.
Where's my happy medium?