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<center>To be so close,
Yet so far away.
Streams of Tears,
Fall like rain.

An empty soul,
And a useless brain,
No need to hide,
All this pain.

Deep scars play,
As a reminder of the past.
Of trying to end,
Life's trecherous task.

Living in this hell,
Has darkened my heart.
To be happy and free,
Seems so far apart.

Innocence so pure,
Has become a rare trasure.
In a world of hurt and pain,
Of one's own pleasure.

The will to live on,
Flickers on and off.
A once strong fire,
Is way past lossed.

No one cares,
About my pain.
Everyone is just,
Way too vane.

I won't comitt,
My own suicide.
I am not ready,
To truely die.

A wounded heart,
Must be healed.
With love and care,
The truth will reveal


ok w/e if u wanna call me emo fine </center>