Wouldn't it be such ashamed
To lose a character ?
And pretend it'll be good and hold back the tears
Wouldn't it be such ashamed
To lose a person ?
Drinking isn't helping nor selling your soul
For you feel helpless
And out of hand
Searching for somebody who could understand
And when it times to face the truth
You turn away and ignore the proof
Cause you only want to feel better
Living a lie in the future
Maybe today you'll feel good
But tomorrow you could lose you
YOU ARE READING
Human
PoetryIts the words that we need to hear. Its the thing we have been feeling. Its the thought that haunts us at night. Its the only thing that keeping us alive.
