Walking on this road of life,
Carrying along is my knife.
The road is disappearing from behind me,
I have to move on, I cannot flea.
With every small step that I take,
I always run into a major mistake.
I keep on walking no matter what,
Trying to make it through the road of life, but,
Seeing what is up ahead,
Makes me think of all this blood I’ve bled.
Living through life with all this pain,
Feeling the feelings which I have contained.
Now these next few steps will be my last,
I looked back to all my regretful pasts.
You see, a dead end up ahead is what I see,
This is the end for the road of life and me.
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For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry
PoetryThis is for the people in this world that have gone through a lot. Please know you are not alone. These are also a more updated on called "For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry part 2". These are from more my earlier times of writing p...
