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Jul 2014
I must have been a jester in my past life
Because I’m always being played the fool
I thought I finally had something great
But nothing good can last and life is too **** cruel
I got so high only to be brought down so low
It was just too good to be true I suppose
Whenever I fall I hit the ground hard
After I’ve invested myself entirely to something flawed
But my pride doesn’t hurt as bad as how I feel inside
I think my chest is flatter from where my heart sunk and died
I was stupid to think I could love again,
No, I DID love again,
I was stupid to think I could be loved
the words fly away like doves
and I watch the feathers fall from the sky
like the burning tears behind my eyes
my mouth is dry
I’m weaving in and out of a realm I don’t understand
does not compute
I cannot comprehend
how can people get so close only to fall so far
I can’t believe I thought I could live
with an artificial heart
I’m coming undone at all the seams
leaving no stitch to be redeemed
I’m in a horror scene
the kind that feel never ending like in a terrible dream
when you keep on fighting and running
but don’t get anywhere in the end
only to wake up short of breath
still living life on the mend
no vice can I defend
that makes what I do seem right
but the only fight I have left in me
is to not give up the will to fight
because as cruel as life can seem to me
I know I’m not ready to die
but why is it so **** hard to live without
the people you love in life
I thought I found a mutual happiness
to be shared between you and I
and now all of a sudden I’ve taken on a greater sorrow
that only makes me grow colder with time
because nothing can ever stay sublime
you shimmy shook me and over took me
and now I only feel half alive.
Ashley Garreau
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