Ghosts that haunt me,
Ties that bind.
Make me feel,
As if I’ve lost my mind.
Hours of contemplation,
Rest heavy upon my soul.
What is it, what is it?
What should be my goal?
There is no winner.
Who should the loser be?
Please, oh please, help me.
Help me to know and see.
In whose hands do I place,
The short end of the stick?
Regardless, I will be the one
Who will still be left sick.
Put myself first,
Leave the others last.
Is this the only way,
To deal with my tainted past?
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