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Given you everything, I have done. Still, You do not see it. I turn up the volume, a little louder. I'm minutes away from a suicide rope this is not an exaggeration. you are not inside my body. not inside my soul you do not feel my pain. see my thoughts, nor dwell in them. I cannot continue, For my love, I cannot. My body is giving up. My heart is giving up. Although I've given them to you (years ago) you do not have it anymore. and I cannot do this. this doesn't feel like love. this is pain. You do not see the burning *** of gold, boiling in my heart. it is for you, my love. for you. but you must know, that I am weak. bleeding. in need. But you will not come to my aid. and I am on the floor. But I cannot be rescued. When will it be? For it will never be. My love, I cannot be anymore.
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
Dear Denis, (when times were not so good)
Given you everything, I have done. Still, You do not see it. I turn up the volume, a little louder. I'm minutes away from a suicide rope this is not an exaggeration. you are not inside my body. not inside my soul you do not feel my pain. see my thoughts, nor dwell in them. I cannot continue, For my love, I cannot. My body is giving up. My heart is giving up. Although I've given them to you (years ago) you do not have it anymore. and I cannot do this. this doesn't feel like love. this is pain. You do not see the burning *** of gold, boiling in my heart. it is for you, my love. for you. but you must know, that I am weak. bleeding. in need. But you will not come to my aid. and I am on the floor. But I cannot be rescued. When will it be? For it will never be. My love, I cannot be anymore.
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hanna-jones
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
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