Reality
By littleone23
When I think of the way it really is Tears fill my eyes And I begin to weep When I face reality I run to the comfort of a pill It takes me away to a better place Where everything is alright But when I start to come down The pain comes flying forward Dragging me down Down to hell This place I call home Straight and sober Pain and sorrow Killing me Soul fading away Losing more every day I feel so dirty and ashamed I go home and scrub my morals every night Wanting to be clean Wanting to be free But only one can be Clean and sad Or dirty and glad What's so wrong with wanting to be happy?12-06-01, Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 10:18 AM PST, Bridget 18 • 0 • 1
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"When I think of the way it really is..."