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Empty thoughts from a fragile heart A step faster then a walk On the last dirt road Her way of wanting to get caught Screaming for help while holding her breathe How far is to far Thought of death but that's forever And forever seems to long She just needs a short break then comeback strong It's hard to find drive with no car Wheels spinning without a mouse Just a sparkle of sunlight would be nice She just wanted the simple things Be a good wife and a mother of two Not lost and barefoot labeled and shamed Made mistakes but this punishment seems to long Alittle of something is not always better then nothing Turn the blue to black then let the sky fall At five foot two the order was to tall Way out of her reach Throat to dry for her to speak Eyes to wet for her to see Half of bag is all she has Asking herself Why can't I keep my knees clean Why do I let these pills control me Why has everyone turned on me Whats the point in trying to keep moving on Save a life and **** me I'm well aware what the world thinks of me Here's all your Christmas and birthday gifts that i missed Giving up the space I been wasting away
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
On The Last Dirtroad
Empty thoughts from a fragile heart A step faster then a walk On the last dirt road Her way of wanting to get caught Screaming for help while holding her breathe How far is to far Thought of death but that's forever And forever seems to long She just needs a short break then comeback strong It's hard to find drive with no car Wheels spinning without a mouse Just a sparkle of sunlight would be nice She just wanted the simple things Be a good wife and a mother of two Not lost and barefoot labeled and shamed Made mistakes but this punishment seems to long Alittle of something is not always better then nothing Turn the blue to black then let the sky fall At five foot two the order was to tall Way out of her reach Throat to dry for her to speak Eyes to wet for her to see Half of bag is all she has Asking herself Why can't I keep my knees clean Why do I let these pills control me Why has everyone turned on me Whats the point in trying to keep moving on Save a life and **** me I'm well aware what the world thinks of me Here's all your Christmas and birthday gifts that i missed Giving up the space I been wasting away
bobhorner23
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
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