Forget the
friends who took your shoes,
And filled your life with great pain
That was unnecesary but required anyway.
You fall into the
snowbank and just sit there
Giving up on this day,
Though it isn't over yet.
Clouds look like rocks stalled in the
bleak sky,
The sun is
torturing your eyes with its
truth,
My voice swimming in your mind
Reminding you of what you've done,
Making you sick.
(I know my words haunt you, from the look
on your face when I come around)
You asked for
forgiveness,
Even though you'd do it all again...
But I am not
Jesus,
And you can go to
hell.
How can you sleep at night? Knowing what you've done to others?
--
datagirl--
P.S.
Can and do are very different words by the way folks.