The bad days keep recycling themselves
Each time i attempt to bandage them up
They turn into stories i put on my shelf
Gathering many the numbers add up
Nightmares follow me into the night
As terrified as i am i hang on tight
i hope and wish that it'll all go away
but there isn't a day without a fight
im losing myself in so many ways
im always repeating that im okay
I have battled this for so many days
maybe its time to admit that im not
its been awhile since i have wrote
pages are piled within my head
if there was a way i could let it all out
tonight i wouldnt make it to bed
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
The bad days keep recycling themselves
Each time i attempt to bandage them up
They turn into stories i put on my shelf
Gathering many the numbers add up
Nightmares follow me into the night
As terrified as i am i hang on tight
i hope and wish that it'll all go away
but there isn't a day without a fight
im losing myself in so many ways
im always repeating that im okay
I have battled this for so many days
maybe its time to admit that im not
its been awhile since i have wrote
pages are piled within my head
if there was a way i could let it all out
tonight i wouldnt make it to bed
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