Surgeon, surgeon, I need a surgeon
It still can't fix what's badly hurting
So I just keep on working working
Hoping someday things will be turning
But I know, I know that it won't
Born, raised, living in the cold
Why would you try me, just don't
Nothing can fix me, I just can't hold
Hold on, hold on to your hand
Times running out, look at the sand
As it slowly, falls falls falls
Heavy heavy heavy haul
Broken, so broken
No... No... I wasn't chosen
I feel him coming, coming closer
Bad luck like a 5 leaf clover
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Poems Of Pain
PoetryJust poems, random poems that I felt like I decided writing... Not all of them are going to be about pain... some of them might be short, some of them might be long... You'll see a new one from here every single day, so I hope you enjoy :)
