Beaten

My anguish is all I seem to know.
They say my sadness will help me grow.
I pray and wish this wouldn’t be real.
The way I am is not very ideal.

They say my sadness will help me grow.
I’d rather be buried way down below.
The way I am is not very ideal.
I cannot help or change how I feel.

I’d rather be buried way down below.
This wish isn’t something I can let go.
I cannot help or change how I feel.
I hope bliss is what time will reveal.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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