I can barely recognize myself now.
The last thing I want to know is how.
How I could've let things slip away,
when I was so close to getting them to stay.
I don't even know what day it is,
makes me feel like a fuckin' whiz.
Can anything else possibly go wrong?
If so, what's taking it so damn long?
I'm beginning to think I'm losing my mind.
I'll need that if I ever find myself in a bind.
All my thoughts are a royal mess.
I guess we can just blame the stress.
These days, it's getting harder to live my life.
It feels like someone is twisting a knife,
one that's been stuck for a long, long time.
I'm making myself sick with this rhyme.
If ever came a day when you felt the same way,
know that you never need to be lead astray.
Because even in our darkest days,
I heard the light always stays.
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Every Word Leaves A Mark
PoetryI've never been good at saying how I feel. So for better or worse, I put them on here. People keep telling me it'll help me heal. In reality, all I need is for you to be near. In the prettiest way possible, allow me to say every word that we've refu...
