Striving and toiling all my life, my only solace was a heartless knife.
Days and days spent bathed in blood, only for sad thoughts to come and flood.
Eaten by guilt my soul weighs heavy, anger rages forth from a broken levee.
Years spent searching for a kindly ear, but no one near.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
Striving and toiling all my life, my only solace was a heartless knife.
Days and days spent bathed in blood, only for sad thoughts to come and flood.
Eaten by guilt my soul weighs heavy, anger rages forth from a broken levee.
Years spent searching for a kindly ear, but no one near.