A poem about how some people are left to go alone |
I’m fighting shadows on the street And voices in my head For all the pain I suffer The mental scars they differ I left one, because I cried too much And now I’m broken by another’s touch All I want is someone with stories to trade But there’s no love, that God ever made I’m scared to lose her I’m reminded by lonely nights Her deadly smile, she used to entice Despite her evil looks, she hasn’t any vice She is an angel, with too much to do I wait for her to finish, I pray I make it through Because all I want is a happy ending, surely I have paid But sadly for me, there’s no love, God has ever made I’m a broken man now Tired, wasted, and mad Hope is all I have, hidden behind a mask of sorrow For every day that pass’s, at least I have tomorrow Please come and save me, from my bitter heart I can’t keep talking to four walls, please no more time apart Someone to call my own, and memories kept from the shade Please don’t tell me there’s no love, that God has ever made I’m dying on the inside And it’s showing on the out I’m trapped in my own head, and every day now drags Life in slow motion, and then on top it lags I want to make you happy; I want you to love me back For this I’ll beg forever, and get my life on track But no matter what I do, I always feel betrayed I wish there was a Love, which God himself had made |