I used to think I was broken,
I now know for sure that I am.
There’s not a power on earth to fix me.
Nobody gives a good *******
Around me is always darkness and I’m too far gone to fight.
I see nothing out there resembling hope,
No prayer, no words and no light.
The candle burned down and left naught but wick.
All I see is bridge, bottle or rope.
I hope there's someone looking out for me, because,
I’m too far gone to fight.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
I used to think I was broken,
I now know for sure that I am.
There’s not a power on earth to fix me.
Nobody gives a good *******
Around me is always darkness and I’m too far gone to fight.
I see nothing out there resembling hope,
No prayer, no words and no light.
The candle burned down and left naught but wick.
All I see is bridge, bottle or rope.
I hope there's someone looking out for me, because,
I’m too far gone to fight.
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