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My veins are cold with anger.
Heart pumping only greed and hate.
I realize this is my danger,
A way into Hell's horrid burning gate

Looking for a reason,
Just something to give meaning to me.
A changing of the season,
An answer from where blind men see.

I never wanted for anything;
Just a place, a friend, a shoulder to cry
A way for my heart to sing--
Just never a dreadful look into good-bye

The comfort in the pain,
I feel the anger growing strong
Cursing God's name in vain
Realizing it will not be that long.

I feel I cannot be forgiven
For the thoughts crossing my mind,
And for the live I have liven.
I think I have ran out of my time.

Holding it together every day
Lies after lies, just to make believe
That maybe I will be okay,
But the lies have made me decieve.

Anger, Comfort in the Pain
By: Rachael D. Frye
July 23, 2010 @ 8:50pm