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Honestly really, I was ready to come clean.
And tell you all the things, my eyes have seen.
I would have cried out and asked for love.
Because inside my head, there is none to speak of.
I would have shown you, the scars I bear
and my burning hurt, that causes me despair.
I would have told you, oh how I yearn to be healed
With some sort of mental bandage, that will forever shield
My unyielding agony and questionable sanity
But to do so now. . .would be deemed a profanity.
Strength is needed more than ever now,
And any sight of my pain I won't allow.
But there will come a time and place
Where I will spill my sorrows with grace.
Until then my friends,
this is where my honesty ends.
And tell you all the things, my eyes have seen.
I would have cried out and asked for love.
Because inside my head, there is none to speak of.
I would have shown you, the scars I bear
and my burning hurt, that causes me despair.
I would have told you, oh how I yearn to be healed
With some sort of mental bandage, that will forever shield
My unyielding agony and questionable sanity
But to do so now. . .would be deemed a profanity.
Strength is needed more than ever now,
And any sight of my pain I won't allow.
But there will come a time and place
Where I will spill my sorrows with grace.
Until then my friends,
this is where my honesty ends.
And of course, just when I have enough courage to actually talk about how my life is crap, something terrible happens and I have to shut my mouth.
We all have those moments, where we need to be strong.
Perhaps even stronger than ever before.
. . . .
Don't steal this.
© 2012 - 2024 Mischievous-Eyes
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enduring. voice tone rhythm . . . this rocks!