I sit in this dark, cold room, reminicing about lives past. Why? Why do I still think of you? Few know what I feel and even less can comprehend it. I am greatful for the friends I have. Thank you all. Why? Why did you come and mess with my head only to run me into the ground? Why did you come and play with my heart only to lock me away in the end? I thought you were out of my life for good. I wish you were. You killed my love and imprisioned my soul. Waht a foul heart you have. Why? Why do I wonder what could have been now that its clear nothing can be? Why? I know not. Why do you shy away from me? Do you fear me? Do you regret what you did? I hope you have remorse but you should never regret. If you do we've learned nothing and my death was in vain. My friends carry me through though there is controversy among them. The load may be light when all of me is gone. I am filled with that empty nothing that I hold so dear. Some of us argue, searching the world for what is right. You have to make mistakes to come to a true conclusion. Some of us shine down our love like sunbeams from heaven, showing our inner radiance. Some of us live our lives still trying to learn to walk in the world. Why? Why must life and love have such control? Why do I feel this pain? It's neccisary. I thank you for it then luv, you've bettered me. You all have helped me thorughmy life and I hope I've had an impact on yours. Always ask, "Why?" For You.
Thank you.
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