MY hearts broken with words misspoken,
I thrive to hold my rage and feel to mend the stage im in,
I holed back the tears that poeple thank of as fear.
I cry blood at night hopping to never fright the people i love,
And the ones up above, i look to god for a helping hand but never get what i ask for.
I feel as if im walking to deaths back door little by little day by day never more to speak again nomore words left to say.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
MY hearts broken with words misspoken,
I thrive to hold my rage and feel to mend the stage im in,
I holed back the tears that poeple thank of as fear.
I cry blood at night hopping to never fright the people i love,
And the ones up above, i look to god for a helping hand but never get what i ask for.
I feel as if im walking to deaths back door little by little day by day never more to speak again nomore words left to say.
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