Comes.

by Em   Mar 14, 2008


You remember the time when you had someone special in your life, you loved them, yet they did not love you back, maybe it was because they never knew, because you never had the courage,
Now you want to return to the past but you know better, with a sigh you look ahead to the future,
The past won't let you escape, it keeps you as a prisoner, it gives you a scar that will never heal.
Wanting to get rid of the hurt you take a long drink,
You wonder if this could really help, you drink again,
A strange filling fills you up, no more grief, just let
The alchol do the thinking you let yourself go.
The next day you awake and you don't remember a thing, you feel like crap and the hurt starts to pour in.
Now you know that alcohol won't help you survive your mistakes.
With a desprate cry, you go out for a run, trying to leave behind the hurt that follows closely along.
The next chance you get you'll say the truth, the chance won't come soon but you'll know when it comes.

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