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Author: Darka-Chan
Fiction Rated: T - English - General/Tragedy - Published: 07-06-05 - Updated: 07-06-05 - id:1956534

Twisted soul inside my frame

In my head there plays a game

A game of sorrow

A game of loss

A game of all the lifes

That this painfull game will cost

The game carries on

And around me the people die

My friends get killed

I'd like to know why

What did he ever do

To be pushed in the water and drown

What did she ever do

To get a disease and die

Blood starts to seep from your wounds

I see you die like anyone else

Why does this keep happening to me?

Did I do something wrong that is so horrible to cause all of this?

I'm losing my mind

Slowely going crazy

Not wanting to see what will happen next

I know I already lost my mind

And I know I'm already crazy

Paranoid, some might say

But I cannot help it

I do not make friends

People call that weak

But I am afraid

I do not need more blood on my hands

I cannot sleep, I see their faces

Drenched in guilt is my soul

I do not want to remember

Their faces

I just want to know what I did wrong

Why do I see more friends dying?

They are all being killed

Kicked to death

Punched to death

And drowned to death

Don't let is be like this anymore

I hate to see them die

But there is nothing I can do about it

I tried to correct my sins

But that did not work

My friends still died

I now lost seven friends

Another one is dying

Why?

Why is he dying?

Was I not meant to have friends?

I decided not to make them anymore

But I keep longing to have my old self back

Careless

Free

Full of life

And a life full of friends

But there is no turning back to the past

I am like this

Meant to be lonely

Not meant to love

Not meant to feel anything except hate

Hate will spare me my sorrow

Hate will help me through this

Hate will not allow friends

And no friends will mean no death

The way is lonely, but I no longer care

My heart is stone, so it is only fair

That I will continue to live my life like this

Hoping that tomorrow will never come

And history will be forgotten

I will live like this

Waiting for life to end

And destroy me for eternity

It's my own twisted game...



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