SILENT THOUGHTS
July 98

Sometimes, i sit down and i just want to cry.
It's then i'll remember when i'd wanted to die.
My thoughts were disturbing,
My heart was in pain.
I couldn't think straight,
Thought i was going insane.
Sometimes, i sit down and think of times gone by.
When i think of all the plans i had, i cannot help but sigh.
All the time i've wasted,
All the things i've never seen.
If i'd grabbed the chances as they came,
Who knows where i'd have been.

 

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