Lesson Not Learned
I thought about everything
walking down a dark hall
then I thought maybe I should expose
my feelings on paper taped to the wall
I have a sickness no cure no drugs
I am comforted by a thought my wrists bleeding blood
bloody dark sticky ooze
covering years of pain and emotional abuse
closed eyes deep breaths sharp pains in my chest
never a right answer always wrong I guess
where is love what is a friend
one mistake never forgiven
one wrong turn that's why its dead end
this place just gets darker the light never begins
don't want to be alone just need to get help
all my joy has gone only hurt is felt
caught in my own quick sand depression
if there's anything I learned life's one big lesson
Copyright © Serenity Baker | Year Posted 2010
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