Sometimes where ever you go and what ever you do, there's always that feeling that seems to control what you do. No matter how hard you try and escape it, it'll always be there. Regrets seem to follow through.
Submitted:Oct 10, 2007 Reads: 114 Comments: 0 Likes: 1
Life, Death, Pain, Sad, Poem, Poetry, Hate, Depression, Hurt, Dark, Heart, Sadness, You, Hope, Lost, Suicide, Alone, Broken, Romance, Me, Loss, God, Family, Tears, Lonely, World, Friends, Anger, Sorrow, Friendship, Time, Self, Abuse