laying here, in my field of shattered dreams
trees fallen all around me
power lines spark their upset
the wind and rain smells like change
the feild has changed, over there its new
over here its old, useless
but at least here nothing else matters
no more drama, or suicide attempts
just me and my broken heart
survival here means everything
tears and rain mix in my hair
laying in the after math of my old life
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
laying here, in my field of shattered dreams
trees fallen all around me
power lines spark their upset
the wind and rain smells like change
the feild has changed, over there its new
over here its old, useless
but at least here nothing else matters
no more drama, or suicide attempts
just me and my broken heart
survival here means everything
tears and rain mix in my hair
laying in the after math of my old life
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