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had also destroyed his
mental
so much so he now
had a gun to his temple
He wanted to but everyone
he knew, knew he was too
strong to do it
what ever it was that
ailed him somehow someway
he'd get through it
There were ppl. who needed him
that was more important
than his pain
yet to make it thru everyday
was beginning to be a strain
He knew how to handle
the hurt he'd become disconnected
but there were more ppl. in
his life now and they wouldn't
accept it
He knows as the years go by
it won't hurt less time doesn't
heal ALL WOUNDS
In this case whoever says or
believes that are morons and baffoons
He knew it was more like being an
alcoholic he'd have to take it day
by day
there would be good and bad
days, but this pain was here to stay.
He'd have days where it'd hurt alot
and days where he could smile
although the pain would be unbearable
he'd make it through for that was
his style
He'd be constantly asked
How do you feel
and he'd smile and say fine
in his mind that was
the only way to DEAL..
Poetry by Will
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Written on 2007-03-19 at 20:02
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His State of Mind (How to deal)
His emotional hardshipshad also destroyed his
mental
so much so he now
had a gun to his temple
He wanted to but everyone
he knew, knew he was too
strong to do it
what ever it was that
ailed him somehow someway
he'd get through it
There were ppl. who needed him
that was more important
than his pain
yet to make it thru everyday
was beginning to be a strain
He knew how to handle
the hurt he'd become disconnected
but there were more ppl. in
his life now and they wouldn't
accept it
He knows as the years go by
it won't hurt less time doesn't
heal ALL WOUNDS
In this case whoever says or
believes that are morons and baffoons
He knew it was more like being an
alcoholic he'd have to take it day
by day
there would be good and bad
days, but this pain was here to stay.
He'd have days where it'd hurt alot
and days where he could smile
although the pain would be unbearable
he'd make it through for that was
his style
He'd be constantly asked
How do you feel
and he'd smile and say fine
in his mind that was
the only way to DEAL..
Poetry by Will
Read 581 times
Written on 2007-03-19 at 20:02
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