Cliche.

Guilt is a killer.

I need a transfusion.
From the blood loss in confusion,
And depression;
With this guilt and pain,
I cannot contain,
Bound by these chains.

A wise man once told me,
"Honesty is the best policy."
Then tell me, pretty baby, can you accept my apology?
While time and time again.
Staring at the ceiling, laying on my bed.
I've found myself believing,
"Some things are better left unsaid."

Awareness of danger.
Has left me resulting in dismay.
And I know that everything is never okay.
But I'll say;
And when I do, it'll be in cliche.
Because this is the life I want to portray.

And now I'm wondering.
With everything said and done,
I know the games have only just begun.

Author's Note

Rough draft.

Reviews

[ebur™]

I can't really believe that this is just a rough draft.... that was an amazing piece! enough said :)

[jessiemei]

WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA mama

that's so sick!!!!!!! did you really write this? or is it a song? :P not that im doubting your skills or anything.

[Dreamer (Kristen)]

It's really good, is it still just a rough draft?
If it is, when you've got the end product, can you please alert me? :) :) :)

Sweat dreams,
Dreamer.