It ain’t hard to see what my problem is. The cycle begins again where the circle ends, and I ask myself why, but I already know the answer. It’s not hard to see when it’s right in front of your face, but you pretend, you pretend like it doesn’t exist. And then it doesn’t exist. […]
The roar of the thunder echoes through the drops of rain, booming and strong only to become silent as the rain drops continue on with their song so sweet and simple yet a violent catastrophe waiting for another moment to strike with a great wake of light so bright as the rain drops continue on […]
My life filled with dread,
My dad lie still in a bed,
because of the voices in his head.
My eyes filled with tears,
As I said words to his ears,
Praying his end wasn’t near,
An angel must of appeared,
For he’s still fucking here.
But in my moments of fear,
I said to him there,
Again and again,
Without any end.
If you leave me now,
I’ll still love you somehow.
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