No dance on roses.
What's the point with this umbrellaIf it doesn't keep me dry
I'm standing here soaked in tears
With problems still weighing me down
I can't help but wonder why
why my eyes have to be red,
when it doesn't help
Cause I could scream for weeks
And shut my eyes for months
But the mess won't run and hide
And the pain won't fade away
Until I face myself
Until I love myself again
And this excrutiating pain
that's filling up inside my head
No painkillers to keep it down
Repeating words that they spoke
And all that I have to do
before it's too late
And everything forgotten
Keep making up excuses
The time ran out on me
This ain't no dance on roses
It's like I'm constantly hung over
But rather drunk than sober....
Poetry by A.c
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Written on 2009-03-10 at 19:06
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