It is so frustrating.
While i am here slowly suffocating.
Quickly getting even more bitter.
There is still time to fix this.
There is just enough time to fix it.
FIX IT.
Get a grip.
Put your brain in gear and shift it.
Is there not enough time to fix this?
Maby just enough to claw back what i have lost.
Given up.Thrown away.
Scrapping the thing's i could never say.
But alway's thought.
Eventually (still) learning to bury it deep,
would be when they decide to finally hear me,
and to read these written word's which i Could not speak.
- Author: Melissa Taylor (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 4th, 2018 21:12
- Category: Family
- Views: 25
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