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Let Go

I cry myself to sleep some nights just from thinking about the present day

I wish sometimes I wasnt me just so that from the tears and pain I could break away

No job, no trust, no money, just sorrow

Sadly some days I wake, Im never looking forward to see tomorrow

I know its crazy because everyday should be a blessing

But at this very moment in my life, happiness is what Im missing

I walk around with a smile but inside you hear mourning cries

Mourning for what freedon I forever want but have never received because of lies

Lies about where  I go, who I meet and what I do

Things like that make my parents want to kick me out from under their roof

I cant help it, I swear Im stuck in my own stubborn ways

Thats why I put my faith in God's hands in which whom everyday I praise

He sees that Im not really myself as Im living 

Somethings I do is because I have to, not because im willing

Damn! Thats the selfish me speaking before thinking I gotta learn to shut up

I wish I could learn to let my conscience interupt.

Some say Im selfish and think Im the only person in this world

But to me thats just their opinion Im really a Living.Dead.Girl

◄ My First Sight of Love

Nineteen & Counting ►

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LEE BLUNT

Thu 24th Apr 2014 12:49

Great deep poem.

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