Chapter 2 (when it began)

by Mild insomnia   Oct 19, 2004


When it began

Sometimes I sit and think,
How long it's been,
For too long I've balanced on the brink,
And now I'm leaning,
Too far over,
And I'm not sure that I've the strength,
To keep my control,
I'm holding my last breath.

It's been such a long time,
Since I felt safe,
Even then I never said I,
Found peace in that place.

I guess it's been five years,
Give or take a few,
But for each year there's a million tears,
And they're all because of you.

Daddy this is your song,
I'm dedicating it to you,
You've done me so much wrong,
I felt that I had to.
It's a miricale I'm still here,
So I guess that there's a god,
Now when I look back on the years,
I'd rather not.

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