Texas warrior
June 26th, 2012, 06:46 PM
Dear Sophia
Time, and time again, you bled my dry.
Time, and time again, I wished you'd let me die.
And in the end my only escape was getting high.
Well, now I ask why, why the pain, why the suffering, why the torment?
Why did you do all those thing to me?
I tried my best to to be a good friend,
I did my best. But to you it didn't matter in the end.
I hope my love for you withers and fades, like your black, dead soul.
I pray I find a new love, and am made whole.
The wounds healed, the scars forgotten.
But it will be many years before that happens.
I hope that my love will be replaced with hate.
But until then, I love you.
Jackson
Time, and time again, you bled my dry.
Time, and time again, I wished you'd let me die.
And in the end my only escape was getting high.
Well, now I ask why, why the pain, why the suffering, why the torment?
Why did you do all those thing to me?
I tried my best to to be a good friend,
I did my best. But to you it didn't matter in the end.
I hope my love for you withers and fades, like your black, dead soul.
I pray I find a new love, and am made whole.
The wounds healed, the scars forgotten.
But it will be many years before that happens.
I hope that my love will be replaced with hate.
But until then, I love you.
Jackson