I bury my face in my hands
The tears seap through my fingers
The pain hurts more than a knife
Its the wound that wont heal
The gash you cant see
The hole inside me gets larger
Is there no help for me?
My eyes flood my hands like New Orleans
"It couldn't happen to me" I said
"Why,God, why me!?" Now I sob
I smile my fake smile
I laugh my fake laugh
I tell myself things will get better, like I've told myself before
Maybe I'll see the light tomorrow, but today the bulbs burnt out
1 comment:
I like the lightbulb analogy at the end.
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