by ShyGuy1984Clearwater, Florida, USA
Feb 2014 466 Views 1 comments
Pain
I just can't think,
I'm losing control,
The pain that's inside,
Cuts straight to my soul,
Deep, dark and empty,
Tired of living in sin,
My mind starts to wonder.
Where should I begin?
Should I start as child,
When my step-dad used to beat me?
Or, should I be 18,
When I thought love always escaped me?
I'd never known happiness,
Or felt loves truest form,
Now deep in my mild,
Rages a violent storm.
I'm losing control,
The pain that's inside,
Cuts straight to my soul,
Deep, dark and empty,
Tired of living in sin,
My mind starts to wonder.
Where should I begin?
Should I start as child,
When my step-dad used to beat me?
Or, should I be 18,
When I thought love always escaped me?
I'd never known happiness,
Or felt loves truest form,
Now deep in my mild,
Rages a violent storm.
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Posted: Feb 2014
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