I am haunted by every mistake I have made
Hold in one hand all the good that I saved
Walk down the trenches the paths I have paved.

Sit in the mud and think about love
I believe it is real but no signs from above
Every hand that I held were the hands that shoved
The words that they spat I just felt unloved.

The music I hear touches my soul
For a minute I’m warm but then I’m just cold
The stories repeat just like their told.

The clouds pour down on this town
I like it a lot but I won’t stay around
I want to be good but I’ll just let you down
In the morning my feet hit the ground.

My edges are spiked and rough as cement
Sometimes it’s okay but I’m never content
I open up but don’t represent
I never say the things that were meant

My heart has been shattered many times
I try to get to the top but my legs can’t climb
I wish I could say what’s on my mind
It’s not the way I was designed.
maybe I’ll try but I won’t have the time

© wondrouslythinking