on hold

on hold

A Poem by SweeTLoU

fighting a war inside my head
if i dont win ill be dead
i dont wanna give up and die 
but its hard to find the willl to fight
when im lying here paralyzed
with all that pain internalized
ripped off the scab to reopen wounds
i can already hear their cries 
its like lemon juice soaking through
but theres no tears in my eyes
I'm still to numb to feel
its just emptiness inside
a hollow half a man
damaged, with a plan
for part of me to die
its lurking in the shadows
waiting by the gallos
its either you or me 
so whats it gonna be?
im barely holding on 
im at the end of my rope
broken and not mending
faking smiles and pretending
how can I be happy 
when my f*****g world is ending?

© 2016 SweeTLoU

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Added on August 22, 2016
Last Updated on August 22, 2016



I love music i love playing guitar, jammin tunes anything from metal to country, most of the stuff i write is addiction or recovery based. if it helps anyone else thats great but i just write to clear.. more..

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