Complainer
Failing, falling into my abyss. Endless, relentless, must I give in to my distress? Breaking, forsaking, giving up all I know. Uncaring, blank staring, I have nothing left to show.
And I wonder, what's to be. My eyes, burning, its getting harder to see. Staring up at the sky, eyes full of salty tears, looking up for a reason why I'm still here.
Sometimes I want to go off walking and never look back again, travel to where ever my feet can attain. To many bad memories can make you go insane, leave them on the door step and walk off with the pieces of me, that still remain.
Feels like my last breath is drawling near. It overwhelms me, everything comings true that I fear. Barely living, close to dead. The next day I fear, the morning sun I dread. Pain lives within me, my soul turns black. My heart left in pieces, praying for the day that these feelings ceases.
Broken bones don't mend so easily, when you break them willingly. Scares don't heal, when at them you keep scratching and peeling.
Sometimes I want to go off walking and never look back again, travel to where ever my feet can attain. To many bad memories can make you go insane, leave them on the door step and walk off with the pieces of me, that still remain.
Don't shut me up and don't me, belittle. Do you not understand everything you say, slowly whittles. Whittles away at me?
Bored and alone, my body aches from the stones that you've thrown.
Don't speak, I already know what your thinking.
Poor little o'l me, cry me a river.......
And I wonder, what's to be. My eyes, burning, its getting harder to see. Staring up at the sky, eyes full of salty tears, looking up for a reason why I'm still here.
Sometimes I want to go off walking and never look back again, travel to where ever my feet can attain. To many bad memories can make you go insane, leave them on the door step and walk off with the pieces of me, that still remain.
Feels like my last breath is drawling near. It overwhelms me, everything comings true that I fear. Barely living, close to dead. The next day I fear, the morning sun I dread. Pain lives within me, my soul turns black. My heart left in pieces, praying for the day that these feelings ceases.
Broken bones don't mend so easily, when you break them willingly. Scares don't heal, when at them you keep scratching and peeling.
Sometimes I want to go off walking and never look back again, travel to where ever my feet can attain. To many bad memories can make you go insane, leave them on the door step and walk off with the pieces of me, that still remain.
Don't shut me up and don't me, belittle. Do you not understand everything you say, slowly whittles. Whittles away at me?
Bored and alone, my body aches from the stones that you've thrown.
Don't speak, I already know what your thinking.
Poor little o'l me, cry me a river.......
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