You are my cry for help
had you once when I was manic
So long I've been in pieces
Frenzied
Alone I'm in a panic
The truth is I'm not pretty
I never mask my pride
I'm tired and I'm foolish
Pretend I'm tough,
I've always lied
They say you're like your friends
my friends are few and dead
Some stories meet their ends,
I'm left sick in the head
Looking for some meaning
A reason just to wake
This life is an excuse
to take, and take and take
You'd be there if you cared
The dudes they like the Chase
I stood there and I dared
I've felt your fist against my face
I'm filled up to the brim
Emotions I try to discard
I stomp them to the ground
I shatter every fucking shard!
You hurt me with your lies
You wound me with your words unsaid
But still I stay with you
because alone I think I'm dead
It's trouble but I try
I never stop, I never can
Every time I think I'm through
I find something to start again...
About the Creator
Eva Black
The bleeding heart's an artist
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