Tears as i look through the memories on my wall.
Their so hot as they flood my eyes.
More blood than water as they streak down my face.
Drip off my chin.
The sunlight how it glows threw my curtains.
Curtains pushed outwards by the wind.
Father mowing the lawn with a cig in his mouth.
I just lay there on my bed, alone.
Alone and I like it that way, I can clear my mind.
But sadness on my walls is what my eyes find.
My memories and pictures scattered throughout.
A twisted past, an endless pout.
A headache starts as frustration kicks in.
Why couldnt my life been normal,
Why cant I ever win?
And as I lay here,
In my ruffled sheets,
The evil creeps upon me,
A light breeze,
The smell of the woods,
I cant feel a thing.
Ringed out and dried,
My life still goes on.
I lay there on my bed,
My life I will always lool back, and frown upon.
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