You Could Take or Give, But It Would Still Be The Same
You could take away the cloudsYou could take away the rain
You could take away everything dark
But everything would be the same
You could bring back sunlight
You could bring back the happy feeling
You could bring back everything good
But you wouldn't know what cards I'm always dealing.
I always feel like I can't breathe
And I feel like I'm tied up tight
I feel weak and unprotected
And it's like I'm too tired to fight.
My mistakes are drowning me
Killing me and torturing me everyday
I can't tell myself everything will be alright
Because it seems like I'm dead anyways
Poetry by Sarah Mae
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Written on 2009-02-24 at 18:34
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