by brokenwords
Listening to: sometimes--papa roach
Feeling: eek!
no matter how hard I fight
i always fail in the end
a broken heart which never seems to mend
a burning pain
consumed with hurt and fear
another cut, no big deal
gradient color, satisfying to the eye
another lesson learned
another lonely night
filled with tears and fright
reoccuring fight
i hold no motive to try
just another failed attempt
why convince myself i can win?
its always a painful end
so here i go
attempt to hide from my life
with no need to put up a fight
so here i go, im okay, i promise,
i just want to be alone
i dont want to fight, fear or cry,
dont fake it like you care
ill be okay if you arent there
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