I've crossed the other end of the broken bridge...
successfully, carelessly
hanging off the highest ridge.
When you die inside, so does your stride,your pride..makes you forget the things that used to make you happy inside, you become blind.
Looking through my eyes you would wish you were blind, the world is ugly, unkind, obliged by the pain inside.
....but still I tried.. I didn't die.
It wasn't my time.
Love is the least of my worries,
My feelings, they're burried, never again to be hurried.
Bury me alive
It already feels that way inside
I'm a dreamer who never sleeps,
It's an understood new way of life.
The way I...
Died.
-A