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Wednesday, July 27, 2005


Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song Every rose has its thorn
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I went out side and mediated and the only thing I couldn’t get out of my mind was…


Why?!

that’s the questions I constantly ask my self


Why do I not care about if I live or die?

Why do others care about me?

Why are we here in this world?

Why dose the pain hurt so much?

Why do I need others?

Why dose my mom want to be a ‘happy family’ when she knows we are not

Why cant I just die?

Why is life soo damn hard?

Why dose my brother love to see me cry?

Why do I let him see me cry?

Why cant I be heartless and not care?

Why dose the sun come up and the moon set?

Why can’t they stop fighting!!! (my lil brother and sister)

Why cant I find the answers?


…. Ya that’s me trying to get everything out of my head trying to meditated not doing such a good job hu?


~take care sweetheatz~


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