It's half past four and I'm switching gears,
I've got the music blasting but can still hear the devil in my ears,
I know I should ask God to help get my demons off my rear,
But my mouth is just too damn dry to utter out a prayer,
I'm trying to drive fast enough to get away from my fears,
But my thoughts are so toxic, it's hard to think clear,
Every corner I turn, the devil appears,
He says, "where are you going child? You know your time is near,"
Despite this, all I can think about is you between these tears,
I know I fucked up, but won't you save me dear?
I feel like you're my last chance to saving me from this nightmare,
I'm sorry for how I hurt you, I just hope you still care.
- A.S
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Unspoken Phrases
PoetryA collection of short poems about feelings in life, all written during my down time at work lol Topics include: Heartbreak/love Suicide/death Drugs/alcohol Depression Life
