Indecisive and unsure of things
Staring blankly as the phone rings
Ignoring fights that never end
Waiting for my special friend.
Tired of all the bruised, black eyes
And all the times I needed to cry
Hoping that I wouldn’t deal
Wishing that I couldn’t feel
Caught in between all the fights
Laying awake, alone, at night
Unwilling to give into life’s will
If only looks could really kill.
My final days are coming close
Lying still from my overdose
Wondering why I had to fall
When it was never my fault at all.

 
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