A SMALL GLIMPSE INSIDE.
I lay here and try and try to my best,
my body so tired to anxious to rest.
Its now 2am and I beg to let go,
I’m mentally tired
And ready to blow.
Fuck sake its now 4
I just cant switch it off,
This time I'm finding it
A little more rough.
It seems as I get older,
The chip on my shoulder
has now turned in to a anxiety boulder.
I thank you Tracy for giving me your shoulder,
It all drifts away when I get hold her.
Through the tough times
And my legs are still working,
I'm thankful to be alive,
As I embrace my hurting.
I WOULD JUST LIKE TO SAY THANK YOU FOR THE OPPURTUNITY THIS IS MY VERY FIRST PUBLISHED (NOT WRITTEN). I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.
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