(this one is about when you lose the person that means the most to you.)
Well, I'm at square one again,
now that you're never around.
I guess I thought we were closer,
thought you'd help me stand my ground.
What if I had told you
that I'm still falling apart?
That behind all this "recovery"
is nothing but a stone-cold heart?
Though precious at some time to me,
These memories now bleed misery.
That strong, happy girl you always see,
that strong,happy girl just isn't me.
No act of care, nor kind words can change
the things I never said.
What if I had told you
that I'm still falling apart?
That behind all this "recovery"
is nothing but a stone-cold heart?
Though precious at some time to me,
These memories now bleed misery.
That strong, happy girl you always see,
that strong,happy girl just isn't me.
No act of care, nor kind words can change
the things I never said.
No act of care, nor kind words can change
the things I never said.
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Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!
