false hopes high.
tears they wont dry.
all night i cry.
falling deep down.
i feel so cold now.

why do i think that i might have hope.
why do i think that hope might some how arrive.
u make me full.
u make me real.
u make me think that i can make it.
but everything to me is a smoke of a cig.
a puff.. and when the wind blows.
the smoke like my dreams follow.
i don noe if i can last a whole week like this.
whole lot of quietness and peace.
invisible, i become.
i feel this thing that i believe i felt before.
but i still am unable to understand what in the world is it.
i'll try not to hurt myself.
i'll try to promise.
but i'll.....
i don noe wad should i do...
i just want to drown my sorrows.
drown myself.
life is hard. so damn hard.
brilliant things that seem to be brilliant. nvr makes it.
i just wanna run fall and see my skin tear.. bleed... that's going to keep my mind away from things for awhile... i don think i'll be going to be that social animore... for today i HOPE..
HOPE.. everytime this hope.
i wanna punch till my hand bleeds. crash till my life is messed up.
and then,
i can die.
quietly.