One of Those Times

This is one of those times when you fall to the floor and dream it all away.

You hope and prey that you`ll wake up in bed, with your mother making breakfast.

You ask if it`s all too good to be true, and than you hear the answer "yes".

You beat the walls with bloody fists as you cry in pain.

You hit the enimy not paying attention to who it is.

You ask to die but you know you can`t so you just lie there and cry.

How many tears have fallen from those eyes?

How many pains have stabbed that heart of yours?

Why have you continued on?

What is your reason for living at a time like this?

What is the reason you breath at a time like this?

Why are you feeling at a time like this?

You can lay on the floor in pain.

You can feel the pain eat away inside you.

You can cry until you think you`ve died.

You`re alive, you feel, you`re here.

The thoughts make no scence and the feeling have no ryhme.

You wish to die but you think you`re already dead.

Maybe you pass out somewhere along the line, maybe not.

Maybe you cry to sleep, maybe not.

Either way, this is one of those times you wish the world would crash down, and take you with it.