End of the line it is becoming... I have no idea what to do next... It seems the people I hoped for Shut the doors and left me out in the cold... Who knows... My test is over.. holiday is here... yet I'm still sitting out in the cold.. all alone... No one understands me... Its like I'm moving through a thorn bush blindfolded and open wounds.... stab my open wounds.. hurting more painful.. But the thought of killing oneself is not to be done or to be practiced.. No route of escape.. No exit.. I am forever trapped here.... END OF THE LINE IT IS...
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Coming Near the End of the Line .
End of the line it is becoming... I have no idea what to do next... It seems the people I hoped for Shut the doors and left me out in the cold... Who knows... My test is over.. holiday is here... yet I'm still sitting out in the cold.. all alone... No one understands me... Its like I'm moving through a thorn bush blindfolded and open wounds.... stab my open wounds.. hurting more painful.. But the thought of killing oneself is not to be done or to be practiced.. No route of escape.. No exit.. I am forever trapped here.... END OF THE LINE IT IS...
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