What You Did
I found out yesterday what you did
My hart aced so much I didn’t know that was possible
But it’s another day and my chest feels empty
Void of all things
How can I still be alive when my hart dose not seem to beet
My mind is so overloaded I can’t see strata
And the only think I seem to do is grind my teeth
And curst you out for lying to me
You the words get chocked in my through
And the tears just well but never fall
I can’t keep my eyes off the wall
Staring into space trying not to freak out
Yet of cores to day every one want to disrespect and though around words
Like a base ball game
Don’t they know I got a shorter fuses then every before
And my steel tows on
To day if ever I’m ready to let lose
Blind rage not even a bullet to the head could cure
Ill come back as a ghost and haunt the **** out of you
Casper the devil ghost is what they will call me
And that is true
Copyright © Erica Szabo | Year Posted 2012
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