I have plenty to say
But I'm not sure how to say it
My mind is spinning
But my mouth is silent
Everyone's telling me I'm great
And that they're there for me
Why can't I just believe?
Why does my mind burden me with doubt
When truth is all that comes out of their mouth
I'm always second guessing
Their compliments
And smiles
But I can't seem to tell anyone why
They ask why I don't believe them
Or why I can't just be happy
But I can't tell them why
All I can do is cry
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The End Of The Road
PoetryPoetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...
