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Feb 2018
Let's write a confession
Nothing fancy, no rhyme scheme or pretty words
Truthful insights that a corroded mind calls home
What's home?
Down wishing wells
Lost in ocean swells
Cause' the truth is hell
Drowning minds
Overcome with grief, sadness, without an ounce of hope
Lost and bitter, feeling like you could die
It's like a dream that you can't wake up from
No matter how hard you scream
Like, darkness calling you home
To the deep unknown
Where light and time cease to exist
They say secrets make you sick and you should all know
The problem is you can't tell anyone for the fear that they'll go
Imagine you were a kid running and stumbled
Scraped elbows and knees
Just to find yourself years later still stuck with apathy
And you get a moment where life's just a bit different
It shined briefly and you hadn't eaten for weeks
So, you stuffed yourself to the extreme
Just to see that you'd go hungry again
And I like words, they give something I can't seem to find
Knowing that my health isn't good and I hate myself
Stoking the fire, complaining you're still cold as hell
Overwhelmed and empty knowing you aren't well
I just won't keep running in circles ending where I began
Vinnie Brown
Written by
Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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