Tension collects at the temples of my mind
Even though all day I've been in bed
I have yet to be fed..
All I can do is dread..
My mouth is clenched tight
My eyes sunken sad
My cheeks sag down my face
My heart hardly keeps it together
My stomach rumbles
My lips get chapped.
Slowly cracking
I feel so sad.
It feels like the tightness in my throat is here to stay
when negative men always find a way
to my vulnerable heart and nurturing soul
Losing my mind…
I'm filled with regrets
Fueled by a tsunami of rage
Who am I really mad at?
Myself or the Game?
It's not worth the sorrow, if there might not be a tomorrow.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 3:31 AM UTC
Tension collects at the temples of my mind
Even though all day I've been in bed
I have yet to be fed..
All I can do is dread..
My mouth is clenched tight
My eyes sunken sad
My cheeks sag down my face
My heart hardly keeps it together
My stomach rumbles
My lips get chapped.
Slowly cracking
I feel so sad.
It feels like the tightness in my throat is here to stay
when negative men always find a way
to my vulnerable heart and nurturing soul
Losing my mind…
I'm filled with regrets
Fueled by a tsunami of rage
Who am I really mad at?
Myself or the Game?
It's not worth the sorrow, if there might not be a tomorrow.
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