im currently in the transition in life were i need to make a big step in life and don't look back . . .
I drift away to a place, another kind of life. Take away the pain & creat my paradise. Everything I've held has hit the wall, what used to be urs isn't urs at all ... She's under my skin, give me something to get rid of her. Braids have been un-tied and ribbons fall away, forget the consequence my tears you'll taste. My permission to sin, u may have started my reckoning. I've got a reason now to bury her alive & all her little white liesI brush off the words, block out the pain, and ignore the looks ...
Well atleast i try but wen i cant, i feel like a piece of me is taken and i've now become a decomposed version of the PEACE that use to be within . . .
Its gone now, nothing left behind but the darkness of my soul, which no longer belongs to me. . .
But i must survive ur abuse, physically, mentally, and spiritually inorder 2 finally find me, if i dont, i wont make it 2 become a mother and a wife. . .
So survival is a must
Liife = Struggle