lost,
left behind my loving tendencies
and traded them for substance abuse
for a pill would never lay it's hand on me
or slander me in front of my friends
it acted as a pillow
a cushion upon which i became too reliant
- how many times do you have to be pushed down before you finally say i've had enough -
where is the breaking point?
*if someone pushed you off a cliff, but didn't mean it, would you just climb back to the top & have no hard feelings?*
when do you speak up?
once it's too late?
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
lost,
left behind my loving tendencies
and traded them for substance abuse
for a pill would never lay it's hand on me
or slander me in front of my friends
it acted as a pillow
a cushion upon which i became too reliant
- how many times do you have to be pushed down before you finally say i've had enough -
where is the breaking point?
*if someone pushed you off a cliff, but didn't mean it, would you just climb back to the top & have no hard feelings?*
when do you speak up?
once it's too late?
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