I get up and close the curtains
Then turn off the lights
I'm getting ready for
Another lonely night
I try to kill the pain
Only I died a little more
The pills just arent helping
They're scattered on the floor
I'm tired of holding
Everyone else up
While inside there's nothing
Not even a little blood
It's pooling on the floor
Running from my hands
These hands that were so pure
They just weren't enough
YOU ARE READING
Just A Troubled Mind Looking For Peace
ŞiirA collection of lyrically inclined phrases that have popped into my head over the years. ~B.A.L.K Much love. Hard love.
