Gallery of Pain: The Hill by suicidal tendencies
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suicidal tendencies
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Every time I look at you
I realize the hatred between us is true. I sometime wish I could still be in your arms, Tucked away from all life's harms. I remember how things used to be, When our family was filled with glee. Now everything will take a turn As our love, and my life slowly burn. All I can think about is how I hate life And how I wish I could get my hands on that knife Because if I do I know for sure I know my life may no longer be a blur My feelings will all be let go The emotions so strong, you'll never know. But then the knife will not do, And again mixed emotions start to brew. Now I want to take those pills To end my life of never ending hill. Hills of sorrow, hills of pain Hills of love lost, not gained And while these hills grow and grow I know that soon I have to go All these feelings, and you don't have a clue, Pretty soon there will be nothing you can do Except wish that you could change the past Everything we had that you took so fast But your to late, you always are I'm up the hill now, way to far. |
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