ive been pushed down so many times
i wonder if this time will be the last
as i lay here and feel myself fading
my thoughts are invaded by memories of my horific past
and the fear of what is hidden in my delicate mind
i feel the presures of shame and rejection building
when did i become this thing i hate
as i lay here on the floor
i have no strength to get up
im not worth it any more

i like the rain cause no one knows im crying

a strong man is one who is able to control himself when he is angry
what is your definiton of control?

i lay awake another hour
just like the one before
the shadows play a game with my head
i can't take this anymore