Can't move back towards home
Damaged and cold we are left alone
I guess it won't matter to me
If it won't matter to you
Faster then ever we'll fly to be free
Or just run away telling ourselves it's not true
I swear I did my best, I tried
To not let the words collide
Fighting harder then ever to keep me from leaving
Life's not so great when it feels like it's about to end
What when all you knew you had to stop believing
I don't think this is broken because it won't mend
Speak calmly, sweet words of comfort
Gentle hugs and soft touches to ease the hurt
Of taking to mind the idea of changing
To fit what I really want to see in myself
It's already there just in differant arranging
Hiding just out of sight it's a book unseen on the top shelf
Take my hand and I'll grab yours
It's you that I see in my mind leading me through doors
That I never had the guts to open with no one there
So let's walk quietly into an ablivian
And turn our time's around not too late to make it all fair
As we scream happily together we're our own tradition
Author notes
"Even if I say, It'll be alright, Still I hear you say, You want to end your life... Now and again we try, To just stay alive... Maybe we'll turn it all around, 'Cause it's not too late... It's NEVER too late!"-Three Days Grace
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Comments
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I like the hint of rhyme you had in here, that was good... I think this could've had more imagery... A good poem... I think I liked it... Thank you for entering my contest.
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