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Mar 2010
I'm laying in my tub
full of bubbles and bath salt,
relaxing as the music plays,
I'm letting my mind drift away,
I need to forget.
Regain what's left of me,
My sanity's
in question
and
I know your wondering,
Guessing
did You just get the best of me.
(?)
You had all of me
and
now what's left of me is to be here in this world,
without a life line.
I will survive yet that's all I'll be doing  is surviving,
not even really living.
Going day by day without letting my emotions show,
I rather be a hollow shell,
and
As my life goes on- on and my story  for "Tales",
You'll hear She was a good woman
She put everything into her kids,
She was
copacetic and had so much  love to give,
She was like her Grand mama,
Un be knowing to anyone,
When You left-  I died inside.
I carried on like nothing was wrong,
I acted like
everything was cool,
laughing smiling too,
Yeah- you know how I do,
But
no one notice the light that died in my eyes,
The sparkle that went out
when you took my heart away,
No one will see my pain because,
I'll play brave and put on my poker face,
I'll hang out with friends
and
pretend.
Answer back even when
I don't want to be in their mix.
Even when
I'm asked question's
I'll give all the right answers.
While I cry mentally inside.
I'll go out and shake my *** get another's number
knowing I'll never call.
I'll work my *** off for a little while longer,
reinvent myself and try to some how become stronger,
over come you and this creeping pain you left me feelin,
This ache  you've caused me ....,
I'm laying in my tub,
Bubble bath all around me & bath salt too.
The waters over flowing.
My mind draws a blank
and
the pill bottle's now empty-
falls outta my hand.
I was thinking,
I could live with out you...,
That was until the pills
Kicked In!
Always Me Ayeshah
Β©1977-2009 Ayeshah
(A.K.K.C.L.N)
All rights reserved.
Ayeshah
Written by
Ayeshah  F/I'M ILLUSIVELY"HERE"
(F/I'M ILLUSIVELY"HERE")   
817
   AC Brooks
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