Nothing to give
Dying to live
I'm trying to prove that I can still forgive
I mean you no harm, but you go through a sieve
I filter your words to bring out the truth
To erase the pain, to give me proof
To prove to myself that I still gain
To let myself know that I'm not aloof
But all my prayers feel like they hit the roof
Bounce off the ceiling
And come back to me
Empty
Worthless
Just plain words
Nothing to give
Dying to live
Can I still send a prayer?
Will it reach past the cliff?
Come back to me...
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoetryThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...
