Could never find the words to explain it.

All the ridicule they protray, could I blame them?

All the times I stoped and forgave them,

gave their game a 2nd chance to replay it.

Again I struggle to get my point across.

Every word gets misread, and all hope is lost.

Another day the truth will sit and rot.

Until the time my mind regrets the thought.

Another day, another name.

Another withered rose thrown away.

A lonley flower without a place, A saddened soul without a face.

Slowly dieing from the inside out, torn to shreds by itself.

If I could release these desolate thoughts

would i still be in darkness, always forgot?

Kelly,

I love this line: Another day the truth will sit and rot.

That's a great line.

Brees