One tear is all i will shed
For i've spent too many nights not resting in bed
They never meant one word they said
All of those lies still race through my head
From time to time my vision becomes red
It feels like my blood was replaced with lead
My heart was ripped out and left for dead
I should let it go before i need meds,
Yet here i sit waiting with hope
Day to day i try not to mope
But my cuts were scrubbed with salt not soap
My emotions were tied to the pain with a rope
Eventually i know i'll learn how to cope
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Words Unspoken
PoetryFrom pain comes passion, from passion comes inspiration. These written words may not make sense, may not fit well, but they are real. Real pain and passion created these. Read each and learn a bit about me and my past, present, and future. Cover by:...
