Little did they know that I was the girl who was playing with fire, denying her ever burning desire.
Playing with matches and watching things burn,
and in this way did the tables turn.
Flames can be fun and they sure as hell can dance,
but I was the girl clinging onto her last chance.
I drown out my sorrows with the sound of a guitar,
stuck in this hell hole always wanting to run far.
Swallowing my pride
and spitting out the lies,
yanking at my hair and
wishing someone cared.
Words and pleas die inside my throat
it's like trying to bail water out of a sinking boat.
Memories and hopes of what is yet to come
but it's rather hard to breathe when you feel so numb.
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Brain Spewings (My Poems)
PoetryPoems that have spewed forth from the inner recesses of my jacked up lil brain. Enjoy my cynicism and fanciful thought process.