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Wounds
Someday my wounds hurt more than I'd like
Sitting here thinking about all that's transpired
Memories are somewhat like riding a bike
Great at the time but they just make you tired

For ever happy time I've had
The ones that help me through darker moments
It seems there's three times as many bad
Where I've had to take down emotional opponents

Each bad time a bullet still lodged in my skin
Each one a pain that leaves one more chance for
The sadness to take over, it quickly begins
To take over my soul like an aggressive cancer

If the clouds could part id grab for the light
A beam shines through like a hand reaching for me
Like a savior that has felt my plight
But my hand slips through it, the heavens ignore me

As i sink deeper into my despair
Thinking it'd be nice to have some help
The rage starts building and I'm quickly aware
If i want to break free i have to do it myself...

© The Moonlight Bard