It holds me down
It tears through my body
It holds me down
And it hurts
It hurts so bad
All I have to do is apologize
Why do I hold onto it?
There is no time
There is no other
Why is everyday a daze?
Soon I'll run out of time
And it hurts
It hurts so bad
I need to let go
Any release
I need to apologize
Maybe then this hate will fade
Maybe then this hate will fade..
That's what I want...
Right?
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Zenith - A Book Of Poetry
PoetryA book of devoid poems. There isn't much to explain, or describe. I wrote My Dark Friend- A Book of Poems which I had to end do to my issue of writing too much, so this is kind of part 2.
