GoldStar's blog: "old stuff"

As suicide thoughts/

slowly creep in/

i grab hold of my liberation/

My only way out/

The only object that keeps me sane/

The only thing i can control/

Not evern my thoughts are my own/

To know that i cant control them/

Only scares me even more/

I dont know what they mean/

I sit and try to figure them out/

Until i want to scream!/

Until i want to run away to a psychiatric ward!/

Until i stand there and yell out to my Lord!/

To my savior/

The only one who understands/

And tells me this isnt what it seems/

It is only a dream//