In my life I've known pleasure and pain.
A little too much of the latter has left my joy restrained.
There is a bright sky on the outside and I don't care.
At these four walls I'd rather stare.
Once died a piece of me.
Gone forever for no one to see.
I'm scarred and full of misery.
Like a lonesome hanging tree.
The lonely nights are where I sort out my afflictions.
These problems are mine just like my addictions.
I lie awake worrying in the dead of the night.
Sometimes anxiety wins the fight.
Once died a piece of me.
Gone forever for no one to see.
I'm scarred and full of misery.
Like a lonesome hanging tree.
I often get in my own way.
What else can I say.
Whether it's late October or early May .
My skies are painted gray.
So many questions .
With so few answers.
Yet for me there is only one.
Will you be there ?
When life comes undone .
©budmac38
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