Harsh words and violent blows,
Hidden secrets nobody knows.
Eyes are open, hands are fisted,
Deep inside I'm warped and twisted.
So many tricks and so many lies,
Too many whens and too many whys.
I'm not special, I'm not gifted,
I'm just me, warped and twisted.
Sleeping awake and choking on a dream,
Listening loudly to a silent scream.
Call my mind, the number's unlisted,
Lost in someone so warped and twisted.
On my knees, alive but dead,
Look at all the blood I've bled.
I'm not gone but my mind has drifted,
Don't expect much, I'm warped and twisted.
Burnt out, wasted, empty and hollow,
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow.
The sun's died out, the ashes sifted,
I'm still here, warped and twisted.
My struggle with depression and life after love, knowing now, that the days of innocence have expired...Moving on after pain, with some hope, and a little wisdom
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Letter to RAD - Take 3
hello, it’s been a few days since we last texted, and i’ve been reflecting on what you said. while i agreed with a few things, there were ...
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the dark parts - i tried to hide them, then treat them but in the end, i realized i’d have to live with them
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you’re not your cv or your waistline you’re not your parents or your sun sign you’re not your promotions or the money you make you’re just t...
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the bridge is broke between your hope and my reality the last hour spent on my lament yet you show no mercy
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