Mama said to hold on to the most basic emotion, love
Love, failed me over and over as I bled from all the cuts,
Cuts, done by unseen sharps as she again let me down,
Down, further in hole than the last one,
I can not be undone, but I am broken,
And none see those hopeless moments
They see the iron-will in me and its all false
In the end it shows, they see as I rot
Can’t hold on for long, I tried
Play the song “When I’m gone” when I’m gone
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Poignant.
Do you play guitar or sing? I feel like you could have a kind of voice that could help younger people.. maybe it would help people to better understand and adapt to the changes you are going through.. the fat that you have found a way to outlet your feelings even on this website makes me think you could reach out and touch peoples lives in the best kind of way.
I don’t really play any instrument although I’ve been writing for a while its a way I let out the feelings
Love is a lie. You open your heart after a lifetime of fearing to trust, and some asshole throws a grenade into it.
Yeah sometimes I feel that way.