Current feeling: Dieing...My little meloncholy box is overflowing with pain...I can't hold it all in anymore...

Song: Good Charlotte's "It Wasnt Enough"
[(([For the lyrics go here:
[link]))]


What my heart tells me(...or accualy...the void in my chest...) :

Love is merely a game created by the devil...
It lures in the unsuspecting hearts of the innocent...
And they plegde eternal loyalty to it...
What they don't know is that he sits and toys with their emotions...
Pulling at them like they are marrionettes...
He jurks at them painfuly but they foolishly keep up the dance...
They bleed from the heart, the more it beats the more it hurts...
until eventually he breaks them...
He cuts the strings and lets their heart fall to the bottom of their soul...
Where it smashes into oblivion...
Lost and confused, with too much pain to bear...
They eagerly give their soul and life to whomever without a care...
Their life, their pain, their agony and... "love"...
They want it all erased...
For to live with the pain of a broken heart...
Is not to live at all...
And yet to live in the essence of love...
Is only to live a lie...




I shove all of my pain into my little box called meloncholy.........but...I'm affraid my little box can't hold much more...