Neirfane's Journal

my eyes feel like

they just might bleed

the sun is beating me down

it is making me numb.

talked to the 'you'

on the phone

i was singing

but felt alone

time ticked by

and still i tried

to make you happy

before i die

oh my God

Here we go

All alone

dark inside

they never seem to realize

the troubles i hide.

give it all

it just wants more

the troublin thoughts

the timeings obscure

bad results

all was gave

it come back poluted

but i managed to save . . .

something.

Just something.