My mental anguish has started to stink
and it has made me physically sick
I cry and hide in our small dark room
like a feotus in it's mothers whomb
I wish I could smile be happy and forget
life's of the past full of mistake and regrete
I have not forgiven, I have not forgot
I feel guilty, I have not been punished
Forgive me now, forgive me not
maybe I will when inside I no longer knot
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-03 01:11:38
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