It is a bittersweet pill I must swallow
As in my self pity I sit and wallow
You say to me it is just another day
I am afraid I cannot see it that way
Through eyes of darkness I only see
Visions of my haunted torn destiny
On my family tree I am a broken branch
Before I was born I was not given a chance
I will stick this bittersweet pill down my throat
Just another day and night on which I must choke
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Author:
The Depressed 1 (
Offline) - Published: July 21st, 2022 00:57
- Category: Sad
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