Out of control
This pain without end
Just waiting for a bullet to go through my head
I wouldn't ask
But I wouldn't say no
I don't want to die
But I do want to go
To a place where there's rest
A place to reset
I feel like I'm lost
And my heart is the cost
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Ballad of an over thinker
PoetryHealing from bad relationships in the form of words. Some might be personal but hopefully this can help someone.
