The truth i hold took a year to unfold locked up and never told now i speak for i am done being weak a story i will tell awakening the pits of hell i have no tears left to cry im starting to grow up as mess drinking here smoking there my llife is hard to share making friends withe junkies parading around town like diseased everyday that goes by ifeel ashamed and left to die i tried to share my story to those i trust but all they wanted was my lust met a boy come to find out i was just a toy hatred fills me like a high all numb cant feel a thing cant feel a thing the morning birds ready to sing im not dead just hannging by a thread past full of all these crimes smiling to all putting myhands out breaking my fall i would like tosharemy voice its up tome to make that choic
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 05:54:22 +0000
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