alrite. this one is written by a friend who wants to be known as matto. good stuff with awesome figurative phrases. good job dude!
THERE SHE GOES
Look how my mouth seems to move
Saying that these days will come back again
I'm lost inside my own heart.
I have wounded thoughts i can't escape.
Living as a joke,
A silhouette of bitterness and smoke.
Days go by.
Locked inside the prison I have made in my mind.
Far from the pain that I could not control
I hope your listening to me
I'd like to show you my scars.
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