Okay I know if i talk you listen. But it's hard to talk if words aren't mention. You have to give a break I know I'm the one that's tripping. Sometime I want to let it all out but really how could I, I was brought up knowing that a man don't cry! Unlike so many people i don't tell myself lies, I'm so tied of dealing with them. I am so feed up on the inside. You to tell you the truth some days I can even tell you who I am are what i feel on the inside. How is this life wort living, all I'm doing is given when will I receive. I'm beat down and bruised with nothing to prove. Very little you gain and not much more to lose. How can I live a way that I have never been thought, like people say silly things like love can't be brought. Everything have a price but who's willing to pay, My scars are as long as the months and the days. Twice as long as the years as we dare not reflect upon, you know the ones we can't let go that keeping us torn. You may never read these words of mine, someone may read them and you come to mind. Who knows, look how your lives turn out it not a moment in time that i would kill for to find out how it could have been different you know all the end and out. Your pain is my pain how do i work them out. So many things you have to tell me so much more i need to learn. What better chance than now so many had a turn.
