Broken disease
By LadyJF
Why keep writing how I feel It is my words that seem to kill Killing friendships with great ease Spreading fast like a disease Ripping down this wall of glass Cutting pain that will not pass Lying broken on the ground Listening to my broken sound Throwing down my broken dreams Whispering my painful screams The problems cutting at my skin Helping the disease drip in Screaming as I run away Hiding for the light of day Roaming through the evil night Wanting to end this fight Longing for aday of peace This disease is what I release Change just wont come to me Because I am this broken disease Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 11:48 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Why keep writing how I feel..."