Chapter 1 - What Does This Mean?
Submitted April 14, 2005 Updated April 17, 2005 Status Incomplete | Another poem
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Chapter 1 - What Does This Mean?
Chapter 1 - What Does This Mean?
WhatDoes This Mean....
What to do...
What to do...
What to see...
What to see...
Where do I go...
Where do I go...
What does all thismean...
Where am I heading...
Where is this takingme...
How is it going to doit...
Am I going to live...
Or am I going to die...
It is now out of myhands...
And now put intoyours...
Who's hands will thisbe...
All I know is I have nofuture...
Look to the sky...
Too only seedarkness...
What can this mean...
What can this do tome...
How am I writing this...
When my life is soperfect...
Am I ashamed insomeone...
Or ashamed insomething...
Or is it I who shouldbe ashamed...
For What... I haveno-clue...
All I know is I loveher...
And I never want to lether go...
But if I must...
To save my life...
And so I can savehers...
Then I guess I must...
But what does all thismean...
What can this mean...
What can this mean...
What can this mean...
What can this mean...
What does this mean...
When I want to talk toher...
About life it self...
She is not there, formy mistakes...
When I don't want totell her something...
About life it self...
She is always there,why is this...
Is it truly all myfault...
Like everyone's been telling me...
For all these years...
I should'nt let thisget to me...
But some how I can'tforget this...
Some way, somereason...
I can't do this tomy-self...
It's burning me upnow...
I'm on fire, I thinkI'm breaking now...
What does this mean...
In this life, I do notlive...
In this life, I cannotdie...
All this is built upinside...
All this must be putaway...
But I can not...
I must live on, andfind...
What this all mustmean...
Has my back luck,finaly cought up...
With me...
All I do is think ofher...
This must be a good sign...
but then why do I feelso bad...
Has she changed me thismuch...
So much to do, in solittle time...
Do I tell her my lifestory...
Or do I keep this allburied down inside...
What does this mean...
When is this going toend...
When did it start...
How long is it going totake...
How long can it last...
What does this mean...
What does this mean...
What does all thisfracking mean...
So long have I thoughtof telling her...
So long, I have beenhiding this all inside...
Will it finaly comeout...
Will we still betogether...
Will our lives endshere...
What does this frackING!mean...
My life is a lie...
The biggest lie ofall...
Is that my life is soperfect...
If my life wasperfect...
I would'nt bewriting...
How can I be...
Will my hand justbreak...
So I stop thiswriting...
Or is it better to letout...
So everyone can see...
Should I get help...
Or should I just staysilent...
With the voice ofsilence...
Nothing will becomebetter...
It can only getworse...
Should I tell her...
But I don't even knowwhat to say...
What am I supposed totell her...
What!...Don't I loveher...
Or do I hate her...
If I did not loveher...
I would'nt be withher...
Or is it because I'mafraid...
Yes I'm afraid to walka lonely road...
What does thismean...
What to do...
What to do...
What to see...
What to see...
Where do I go...
Where do I go...
What does all thismean...
Where am I heading...
Where is this takingme...
How is it going to doit...
Am I going to live...
Or am I going to die...
It is now out of myhands...
And now put intoyours...
Who's hands will thisbe...
All I know is I have nofuture...
Look to the sky...
Too only seedarkness...
What can this mean...
What can this do tome...
How am I writing this...
When my life is soperfect...
Am I ashamed insomeone...
Or ashamed insomething...
Or is it I who shouldbe ashamed...
For What... I haveno-clue...
All I know is I loveher...
And I never want to lether go...
But if I must...
To save my life...
And so I can savehers...
Then I guess I must...
But what does all thismean...
What can this mean...
What can this mean...
What can this mean...
What can this mean...
What does this mean...
When I want to talk toher...
About life it self...
She is not there, formy mistakes...
When I don't want totell her something...
About life it self...
She is always there,why is this...
Is it truly all myfault...
Like everyone's been telling me...
For all these years...
I should'nt let thisget to me...
But some how I can'tforget this...
Some way, somereason...
I can't do this tomy-self...
It's burning me upnow...
I'm on fire, I thinkI'm breaking now...
What does this mean...
In this life, I do notlive...
In this life, I cannotdie...
All this is built upinside...
All this must be putaway...
But I can not...
I must live on, andfind...
What this all mustmean...
Has my back luck,finaly cought up...
With me...
All I do is think ofher...
This must be a good sign...
but then why do I feelso bad...
Has she changed me thismuch...
So much to do, in solittle time...
Do I tell her my lifestory...
Or do I keep this allburied down inside...
What does this mean...
When is this going toend...
When did it start...
How long is it going totake...
How long can it last...
What does this mean...
What does this mean...
What does all thisfracking mean...
So long have I thoughtof telling her...
So long, I have beenhiding this all inside...
Will it finaly comeout...
Will we still betogether...
Will our lives endshere...
What does this frackING!mean...
My life is a lie...
The biggest lie ofall...
Is that my life is soperfect...
If my life wasperfect...
I would'nt bewriting...
How can I be...
Will my hand justbreak...
So I stop thiswriting...
Or is it better to letout...
So everyone can see...
Should I get help...
Or should I just staysilent...
With the voice ofsilence...
Nothing will becomebetter...
It can only getworse...
Should I tell her...
But I don't even knowwhat to say...
What am I supposed totell her...
What!...Don't I loveher...
Or do I hate her...
If I did not loveher...
I would'nt be withher...
Or is it because I'mafraid...
Yes I'm afraid to walka lonely road...
What does thismean...
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