Not sure where the fuck I have gone
Your eyelids close me out
Just gotten trampled over by your words today
I don’t know who I am
Don’t know where I’m coming from
Don’t know where I’m going
I know that I kinda want to hate you
I’m screaming till my bones snap, but you swear you didn’t even hear a whisper
I’m always left to pick up your pieces.
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This is powerful and I felt every word. Wow
Thank you my friend.
Mmm, I’ve been there before and felt that also. Wow, is right.
Thank you Dame Iris Ellen for reading & commenting.