♥ Asphyxiated Love

:: [x] Ten Empty Wine Bottles [x] ::

You're now entering the place, where you sit or stand alone, and loneliness you embrace.
The pain in your heart approaches, your mouth gets dry, all you feel like doing is sitting down to cry.
It feels like emptiness for miles, here there are no smiles, all you have is yourself, and your broken heart.
The loneliness grows and that horrible feeling starts.
You hear nothing only groans.
The only people you see don't even care about you, they only live to survive.
Every time they talk, everything takes a dive.
So you just stand there, wishing that someone cared.
But all they do is laugh and stare.
Cold people see you from a distance.
They don't want to be near you.
They don't even want to hear you.
Their insensitivity is uncalled for and unfair.
They leave you alone in despair.
All you do is sit there alone.
You feel that your sad world might soon end.

So this is it. I feel sooo sick. Like honestly, I'm not a bit gratified. Why this has to happen, I don't know.
The number one question is how could you ignore it?
With these non-stop lyrics of life living.
Not to be forgotten but still unforgiving.
But in the meantime there are those who wanna talk this and that so I suppose that it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt.
Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me.
Told you everything loud and clear but nobody is listening.
Called to you so clearly but you dont want to hear me.
I've got a heart full of pain, head full of stress and anger held in my chest.
Everything left is a waste of time. I hate my rhymes.
I'm riding on the back of this pressure guessing that it's better I can't keep myself together.
Because all of this stress gave me something to write on.
The pain gave me something I could set my sights on.
Never forget the blood sweat and tears.
The uphill struggle over years, the fears and trash talking and the people it was to.
Why is it that I have nothing to gain everything to fear?

Ps. Rough patches in my life sets me talking in codes.
Pss. Life is taking a turn on me.

More than anything,
Wednesday, August 16, 2006.