This is not directed at anyone at Rendo. I'm sorry, I can't have comments, they would drive me even further over the edge than I already am. ----------------------------- A heart, tortured, ripped and shattered A soul, destroyed and desolate Where there is no love, how can one survive? Of no importance, of no interest Nothing left, just dead emptiness There is no comfort Nothing left but tears and hurt Horrible sorrow and hurt And left all alone... I cry for help, but no one hears No one seems to care When even your mate would rather die than to be with you What is there left to live for? And where are the friends... The ones you call for The ones you beg for The ones you cry for And none of them answer... The ones that know you are suffering But they do nothing Perhaps they are all in my head, too Like eveything else Perhaps nothing is real All some nightmarish imagination Can somebody tell me now Who is this terrorist? This little pill in my hand That rips your life to pieces I am a dead empty void I thought I could deal with it I thought many things... I do not know how to get up on my feet I only know how to lay down and die... (c) T.R.Somerville - April 22nd, 2007