Saturday, July 03, 2004

I am so tired of being sick. I am so tired of the pain.
I wished I could turn off this everthinking brain.
Oh how I want to go back to the days where I still cared.
There was a point in life when I used to like to share.
I am like the anti-cocaine commercial, the one where life has no meaning,
no joy, no laughter, no feeling, just tears.