cold
i never knew you
but somehow i knew your pain
the causes are diffrent
but its always the same
the feelings that rips your insides
and itches at your soul
if you cant put a finger on it
you will lose control
sadly you let your fingers slip
and released your hold
you faught and faught but lost your grip
and now, all is cold.












this is dedicated to wes witworth who comitted suicide 1/9/00