Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Scribble

Waking up, at the end of a bad dream
Only to realize it could be true.
Shaking my head, about to scream,
Then to realize it's of no use.

After being broken so many times,
I wonder if I have the strength to go on.
Their words seem like Hippocratic crimes
And I begin to slow down.

So scribble me out,
Mistakes erased,
Forgotten,
Life goes on
Without me

Runnin' down a dream
Never would come to me.
JustAnotheRandomGuy



 

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