9:09 amA Poem by Erica RossNo one wants me when I am broken and careless No one wants me when I am empty, When all of that confidence and charm is gone When I can't be all mighty and strong No one can handle the drunkenness of pain in my eyes No one can handle the slur of ignorance in my speech No one can handle the frying hurt in my brain, No one. And I don't expect them to No I don't care It's been this way all my life The pain's always been there I'll get back to my charismatic ways Indecent, consistent, unrealistic phase I'll get back to your polished idea of reality Cause I really don't know if that's me. © 2014 Erica Ross |
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Added on December 11, 2014 Last Updated on December 11, 2014 Author
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