Lost hopes ..poem..

Park Hills MO

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You never know if there is going to be a tommarow. My deminor sorrow I hate to even borrow I’m so depressed, From all this pinned up stress My life is a disorganized it’s a mess. I must confess I never know if there will be a tommarow Sometimes I want to hide, Deep inside I wanna cry I’m done trying so hard not to die….. I think it’s time i goodbye. I play it off as if I’m shy But honestly I’m afraid to say bye. I never know when it will be my last time. Why can’t my life feel like mine Punished down the hall to my room. Praying a Angel would come soon I wanna escape, From the destiny they call fate I hope I’m not to late. To runaway from all this hate. When I’m alone. I ignore my phone Silenting the tone. Isolating my self Maybe I need some help Here’s how it feels, to feel past fears. As I try to hold back the tears. I packed all my gear. My end is soon near. I can feel my heart beat thru my veins I feel the need to be tamed I’m tired of this fucked of game My heart feels like it’s pierced with a arroW, pi Every hill seems too steep. I just want to go to sleep. I’m drained from all this defeat. I can feel the physical pain If only I could love myself, Not trying to be to vain But Honestly I think u you just wanted the fame. I just wanna weap, I find it hard to go to sleep. As the deamons slowly creep, Into my mind so deep.