NIGHTA Poem by Mercury MirrorsSo true ^^ I was rappin' :P But seriously It took me forever to find this I'm so glad I saved it! Enjoy.All my life has been one big fight.
One long night, With no light in sight.
I’ve had to struggle for everything that I earned.
I’ve been brought so high just to be slapped down & burned.
By the people who ‘loved’ me who I trusted, spurned.
It went on this way until I finally learned.
That people can’t be trusted, they always let you down.
Don’t rely on anyone to pick you up off of the ground.
Because when you need them the most, they’re never around.
And when you’re calling out their name for help, they don’t hear a sound. All my life has been one big fight.
One long night,
With no light in sight.
I turned to love to save me, to help me heal.
It went fine for a few months & I thought it was real.
When I found out it was lies I didn’t think I could deal,
With the fact that someone so close doesn’t even care how I feel.
I gave him everything & he threw it away.
He never looked back, I guess he had nothing to say.
It’s been a hundred nights, & a hundred & one lonely days.
I’m on my back, staring at the cracked ceiling from where I lay.
All my life has been one big fight.
One long night,
With no light in sight.
Even friends that I considered ‘sisters’ ended up traitors.
They were enemies, disguised by fake smiles. Secret haters.
I didn’t find out that they were spilling all my secrets till later.
Typical man-stealing, back-stabbing betrayers.
This is where I closed my heart off, I turned it cold.
Because these silly little games were starting to get really old.
I warned them & they didn’t listen. They were told.
And now there’s no taking it back, my soul has been sold.
All my life has been one big fight.
One long night,
With no light in sight. © 2008 Mercury MirrorsReviews
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1 Review Added on May 21, 2008 Last Updated on May 21, 2008 AuthorMercury MirrorsPensacola, FLAboutOkay, for lack of time, (and most of all for the sake of nostalgia for my angsty and self-absorbed teenage years), I have ripped one of those ancient myspace surveys from the forgotten planes of the i.. more..Writing
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