i was there when everyone fall
no one tried to catch me when i stalled
i'm staring back at the road i call
no one was there when i need it all
i lay my back and stare at myself
all i can see is an empty shelf
the books have gone some i burned
i never thought everyone turned
i sweep my tears and tried to fight
but all i see is an empty light
i tried to smoke but not to drink
it never changed the way i think
i talked to a knife and asked it why
it never answered but it kissed my thigh
i talked to the tablets and it answered yes
i never thought about this guest
i ruined my life and tried to make it fixed
but my mind is too shallow everything mixed
i made my way and tried to live a lie
but it led me to a road to die
i needed help but no one noticed
maybe just because they are all pissed
i was there when they're about to fall
but no one was there when i had stall
staring at a window making a poem
maybe one day every one will come
but i wish they arent too late to hum
the sad song where i wont come
i'm inside a box maybe i'll call it home.
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Author:
urius (
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- Published: August 15th, 2017 12:34
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 30
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