end of me

...good man going trough hell,
thought something could heal these wounds,
pain is all I have left,
cursed are all your lias and games,
Guess I get comfort that a liar is always one,
in the end alone in her own web.
Worst part is they never see it, until its to late.
Im the only one who can say I did nothing wrong.
Dont think I can overcome,
I should had been dead,
smashing my head to oblivion,
laying uncunciouse for a day,
wanted to end it right there and then.
Yet like a puppet the woke me up again,
only to go trough this hell,
been several years now,
no one really can relate, Im alone
way back might take to long,
I might never love again,
I leave it up to fate, Im done....

The End Of this blog