I'm searching for an answer
To the simple question why
And all I see are bruises
That you have laid upon my eye.
I'm searching for an answer
To a question I shouldn't have to ask
Wishing I could go back in time
And not have to wear this mask.
I'm searching for an answer
That I will never see
To the simple question why
You put your hands on me!
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I love to write. Poems, stories, feelings, it's my outlet.
My dad is mad, really really bad, his face is sad, he likes rad.
You’d never know her secret She hides it with a smile Demons invade her head They have for quite a while.
Another year gone, passed away, And so here I am, upon this day: Older, not wiser, still dreaming, Beads of worry constant gleaming, Though making it work, somehow, With all the nothing I'm endowed.
Spring is here. Spring is there. Spring is everywhere. In the spring. I feel a sting. From a bee. That I always see. So if you feel a sting. In the spring. From a bee. That you always see.
My misery can not be easily explained, my life partner gone, unbearable sorrow has left me stained.
I know it's wrong, I wish I could just stop, bad habits take control, something I wish I could drop. It never fails, just when I think I'm good, evil loves to return, this is understood.
Tightness in my chest, failure looms for me again, her cutting words hurt me deep, emotional imbalance my only friend..
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