Lit
I don't have a house, all of my things are gone.
In a big ass trash can being emptied at dawn.
I tried to save it guess with not enough effort.
I'm sure everyone knows how exactly this must hurt.
So many memories and pictures that I can't get back.
God awful pain similar to a heart attack.
Guess I deserve it, I knew it was eventually gonna transpire.
Probably would have felt better if I walked away, after setting everything on fire.
Copyright © Joseph Bradshaw | Year Posted 2016
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