My End

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    My End

    Sitting,

    waiting,

    I rip my hair out contemplating

    Is it worth it?

    Will it help me forget?

    Was it ever worth the risk?

    what do I have left?

    With no happiness in life maybe I can find some in death

    Maybe one day we'll see each other again,

    Maybe one day we'll love again

    Until then I wonder did the means ever justify the end?

    Now I'm sitting here on this cold dark night

    With no strength left and no will to fight

    How'd you get so much power over me?

    How couldn't i see?

    That you stole my heart and left me with no way to breathe

    Now I'm alone tonight

    and every other day

    With no idea why

    and no one to blame

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    CaelTaylor commented on My End

    07-16-2009

    I have to return your complement because it is so true. I myself feel like you are telling my own story here. It is gut wrenching.
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