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I had always suspected you to be apart of his ways 
But, I never wanted to believe it 
but you shakiness really spoke out to me
too much in your wordings influence hate
your ways is dark as sin
Don't give me your damaged grin!
I sit alone at night thinking about all of this
while I Watching the street frights 
throughout the night
I try so hard to refrain from this kind of life
but it keeps knocking at my door
Damaged I say right on my living room floor
this has been the only way I ever known
this life is way too cold
I looked back at him why he still talks
you think your smart ?
I think Not, Your Damaged 
Sometimes it feels life is 
Stuck between black and white
But no one is ever right
and all they ever do is fight
In this world, we call Broken
we are all tossed around like lost tokens
when you come to me with your far fetched stories
I have to say at times I couls believe 
when you say life is free
But how could that be ?
don't you see the damaged souls?
they have nowhere to go
I gone to a point of breakdown 
in this evil town
always fighting who's right and  who is wrong
they keep Playing that same old song
while life keeps beating on 
So many decisions
So many delays 
So much lives wasting away
my work I write is like 
an undeveloped rhyme 
I write day and night while I cry
That's when I looked him in the eyes
and said get out of my life
Just then my haters cut down my lines
I feel as if I am lost in a dark film in ancient time
oh, how all of this is playing on my mind
all I ever see is nothing 
but horror looking back at me
the pain is always at my door
My heart feels so damaged
While I drink so more
I slightly open my bedroom window 
To let in some fresh air
But all I found is the winters blues
giving me the ancient Flu
The wind that cries at me time and time again
I prayed and I wished this old nightmare would end
I sit alone and I write 
I tell myself everything will be just fine
that's when I think I must had lost my mind
But somehow my mind stays stuck in a broken past
I see no future for me
Because others are trying so hard 
to live my life for me
Damaged is how I truly feel
Broken in a life of a living hell
Damaged is in black and white 
That will never be right in this life
But I will always keep writing what it is I bleed.

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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