Its a sensitive subject for most,
Unspeakable to the rest.
No one ever admits to it,
And some crumble at the mention of it.
Some act like its a sport
and few feel theres no choice.
Many move on and dont give it a second thought,
And then there's the ones that carry it on their shoulders like boulders.
Some people will scold you for it,
Some tell you it was the rite thing to do.
Theres millons of unspoken excuses.
A constant battle of the brain telling you, you were rite rather then wrong.
Unspoken agony becomes a lifestyle.
Or it will be a casuality.
I dont know much about how other people feel,
Just the most accurate asumptions I can make,
Some pertain to me,
Cant say which,
Like I said its become so unspeakable, its not fair.
I honestly dont care anymore,
Think what you may
This life will never be forgotten
I love you, whoever you might have been.
You didnt get the chance to live, but you'll always live in my heart and soul.
Until my very last breath...
5-29-08
Unspeakable to the rest.
No one ever admits to it,
And some crumble at the mention of it.
Some act like its a sport
and few feel theres no choice.
Many move on and dont give it a second thought,
And then there's the ones that carry it on their shoulders like boulders.
Some people will scold you for it,
Some tell you it was the rite thing to do.
Theres millons of unspoken excuses.
A constant battle of the brain telling you, you were rite rather then wrong.
Unspoken agony becomes a lifestyle.
Or it will be a casuality.
I dont know much about how other people feel,
Just the most accurate asumptions I can make,
Some pertain to me,
Cant say which,
Like I said its become so unspeakable, its not fair.
I honestly dont care anymore,
Think what you may
This life will never be forgotten
I love you, whoever you might have been.
You didnt get the chance to live, but you'll always live in my heart and soul.
Until my very last breath...
5-29-08
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