Overwhelming Sunday
What an overwhelming Sunday…what a overwhelming 5 minutes of my life
I hate to say this, but I hope to end my life…where’s that kitchen knife?
All these questions thrown at me
Makes me wanna break free…flee away from this hospital
It’s not me… (x2) Could you see it’s not me?
5 minutes of overwhelming thoughts
It felt longer than usual
5 minutes of unbearable pain
I’ll try to act proper and casual
The devastating sensation stings me like a serpent
5 minutes of misery…I’m soaked!
I’m drowning in my distress (I can’t stand Sunday)
I’m dripping continually like a waterfall
I’m overcoming Sunday’s pain…
Dripping continually like acid rain .. . . .. .. . . .
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013
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