Drowning in you're own disbelief
wallowing in your deepest of sorrows
begging him with out words to help you
to love you once more
praying for hopes of a better tomorrow swimming thru your deepest of fears
holding on to a slim reality trying to strive an survive only these days is just to drown
seeking to find the light to guide
you thru the darkness you feel is
beginning to consume you
you're heart mind body you're all learning to try and float when all u can seem to do is soak when u finally reach the surface of this darkness an look above to see hope.
you reach as high as you can
you have great moments
and life seems grand with you're man
. Only to wake up and repeat this cycle all over again tomorrow without the continuous love you're left alone and chokeing
once more you begin to drown in you're own sorrow.
It's not dejauvu my friends it is your hell.
this is ur life
ur a cheaters doormat .
your a pos's wife
M