I couldn't pick which song...
so we have both.
Tears stream down my face while I sit in the dark silence. No one to hear nor understand how I feel to give me guidance.I compose like it will be my last poem I'll ever write because my mind's too messed up to ever again find the light.
As I sit alone asking myself what I could've possibly done to deserve what it is I feel. No longer can makeup and a fake smile be all that in this moment could conceal.
I cry out loud, why do the people I open up to always disappoint and hurt me? How broken I am,
it's like a challenge to know why instead of just letting me be.I've been through some of the darkest days of my life and I decided it was the end. It didn't work out the way I intended. All my reasons why no one could comprehend.
Is there anyone out there who knows what it's like to truly be heard? Right now I'm in need of so much more than just a song verse.
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