Fight,
Scream,
Shout,
And cry.
They cover it all up with lies.
Yell,
Hiss,
Snap,
And bark.
They're leaving an emotional mark.
Lie,
Cover,
Cause,
And bite.
All they seem to do is fight.
Crying,
Dying,
Fleeing,
And lying.
It's like they aren't even trying.
Crack,
Shatter,
Snap,
And break.
They're treating marriage like it's a mistake.
It comes from somewhere,
And it buries deep.
At night I stay up late and weep.
They keep the secret
And tell the lie.
Little do they know
That behind closed doors,
All I seem to do is
Cry.
~a.k.
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There is so much going on. I'm just in a constant war with myself. God my life is really starting to fall apart. And the worst part is I just don't even care anymore.
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