A distant past

StephenJames

How many times can I cry myself to sleep?

Feeling bad for myself

So I just sit and weep

When the past comes to haunt me

In the dark, all alone

When the things buried deep

Make themselves known

Regret and sorrow from a distant past

Come to the surface

Revealing my pain

A life without purpose

Im living in vain.

  • Author: StephenJames (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 20th, 2018 01:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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