Wish I had somebody to speak to
To relieve myself from pondering issues
Wish I had somebody to speak to
Maybe then I'll won't be wasting so much tissue
Got alot on my mind
Alot of emotions to bear
Being torn down to my rind
By the torturous bear
Of life, and strife,
They stab me with a knife
It's not nice, they tear me with their slice and dice
Face cold like Ice
From all these tears
Washing away like a landslide of sadness down my face
Somebody to speak to
Somebody to be true
With
Gotta add it on to the end of my wishlist
And hope it's delivered by this year's Christmas
A/N: just an old poem from a long while ago.
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