I woke up with the feeling of empty
A dead-end with a sign written "no entry"
It was morning and the clock hits nine fifty
A bit too late to pray "God, get me out of here"
Breakfast wasn't much all I could eat was the leftover from last night
Ravens flying above my house as I cried
Sometimes I imagine waking up with a cast
Or to see heaven after the second or third try
Told the driver you should've pushed the pedal a little harder
Ride your car a lot faster
And now the pain will just linger
It's gonna be here to make me suffer
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Breaking Nacre
Poetry"I was a time bomb you said, Ticking, destruction awaits as I keep moving." Copyright © 2021 by Giasemine S.
