I was coming to my house
My mom was waiting me to come inside
My dad had my life on his arms
My life wasn't good
My life was shameful
I wasn't very proud of it
My dad was almost crying
My mum was
In my heart I felt like throwing up
I was standing at the front of the mirror
Looking the scene from its prospective
Looking the scene that I wasn't proud of
That night I cried
That night I died
I'm sorry God
My lord
My lord
My lord
I learnt the lesson even too much
God
I'm sorry
Take away my family's pain
Take away my soul 'cause that
That was the worst night ever
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Eliot is more you than yourself
PoetryEliot is everyone but He doesn't exist Eliot is protecting my soul from you Eliot deserve to be loved but nobody does Eliot understand the meaning of the life, he is exploring it everyday seeing it from his broken window Eliot is tired of singing...
