Face The Music
I can't stop this feelings from taking over.
even at the end of the best days,
it slowly creeps up, and pulls me down
into the depths of despair.
and a series of thoughts,
strictly drawn upon for self abuse,
go in for the kill.
never having to retreat
because the ounce of belief I hold in myself waves the white flag.
but only when the fog clears, and I see
I don't belong here, and I'm not worthy.
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Danielleybelleyposted on 07/13/2008
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