Scream

The 2 A.M Writer

I can't get my thoughts right

I'm tired of swimming in this cold, cold river

But I'll drag you in with me

And throughout the guilt and regret, I'm still somehow lonely

I'm tired of my face

I don't want to leave, but give me another suggestion

So I can never follow through on my words

Give me another thing to fuck up

I can promise I won't try

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Comments +

kevin browne July 30th, 2017 22:20
lean on me brother.
Poetry_Of_The_Unknown July 30th, 2017 22:31
Love the emotion. Best wishes your way.

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