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yerrey

I sit and laugh
When I’m really in pain
I stare at the sun
When I want to burn my eyes than see my face
I sleep for hours
When I want to feel a little dead

I have a smoke screen over my face
Depicting a happy soul to you
Hiding the torture that has yet to be told
The water is bubbling out of the kettle
Anxious to be unrestrained
Free to drip and dry
Than be the resource of another’s life
Unappreciated but made to continue

I look home
Expecting a warm welcome
Knowing that’s where I could feel a little alive
But the times have changed
When I’m no longer a kid
And there’s a note on the door
Telling me I’m not welcome here anymore

I stumble along the cold desert
Without a home
Without a faith
Without a love that can see the worth in my life
to actually persuade me to stay alive

scat cat

Wow! That was really good. I've felt that way plenty of times. Especially the part about the note on the door.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Such a tragic and melancholic piece.

MELIKES!!!!

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