Far too long pretending it wasn't wrong
Far too much being used as a crutch
Far from good,far from what it should
Far away is where my mind tended to sway
Far we have come but the end had begun
Far has been travelled since it became unravelled
Far to go Now you finally know
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30 something,Staffordshire, England, never judge a cover by its book.
So have you ever had one of 'those days'. You know, the ones when you cannot see the bright side of any situation, when all you want to do is cry, but you don't because, well, what's that going to do.
For the world to hear my thoughts. Through poems and stories and songs. Will be my dying wish. Along with righting all my wrongs. I hope someone is their for me. Through all the laughs and cries.
I feel a little lost As if I'm out of touch Slightly overwhelmed Everything's too much I feel a little awed Surrounded by the greats A tiny little figure Upon whom I wait I feel a little tired My...
Laying here on my bathroom floor. Laying here wanting more. Laying here thinking what does that mean. Laying here in a pleasant dream. Laying here with my head pounding.
Zero: zero zero... It's that time again. When the shadows of the old day, Relieve and show their pain. And in bed sleepless I watch, As the mistakes of the day are played...
You thought I'd gone, I thought so too But something pulled me back Dancing on the edge of hell Peering into black I thought I'd gain my other life At the expense of words But poetry has drawn me...
Sometimes, I forget. All of who I am. Sometimes, I wish. I didn't give a damn. Sometimes, I know. I shouldn't be a bitch. Sometimes, I mend. My heart with a single stitch. Sometimes, I see.
On a good day, Oh. It's brilliant. On a bad day, How it pains. On a Wednesday, I might be a slate, By that Thursday, I'll have stains. On a grand day, It's magnificent. On a shit day, I'm a shell.
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