Tuesday, August 19, 2014
~ DEAD INSIDE~
Dripping sadness a loaded gun with one bullet a Rag dall with no tears
She wants a smoke weed to ease the broken heart
SAD, Blue , crying broken DEAD INSIDE....
Zipped lips sewed up hurting like a slow death
Of confusion turning into muck dirt.....
Alcohol, anorexia, drug taking pill popin junkie
Living in the sad shadows... A puppet on strings
Wishing upon a star, looking 4 a map a way out...
Hurting from silence after silence into the night or day of gloom
The bitterness turns into waiting 4death...
Coldness, emptiness, of nothingness....
Happiness an joy turn into a ball of sadness in the dark
Emotions an feelings turn into a rock that's dead....
Cold ice cubs, of steal an fire burning....
She dies every minute slower an slower inside
Where the world can't see where her heart breaks
And her gray soul live she dies of sadness, boredom, depression
As her heart turns black and cold burns an breaks
Like glass into sadness.... A loaded gun with one bullet
A cup full jack with one cold cub of ice broken inside an outside
Click click click click BANG!!!
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