I don’t want to go out
I don’t want to be nice
My life is bleak
I’d just spoil the night
My tears start to leak
I’m not happy inside
But if I stay here concealed
I can’t live the life
That wrecked me up
And from which I try to hide
I’m dead inside
And outside I’m weak
But for some reason
My pained heart still beats
Somedays I need something
Just to carry on
But somedays I need someone
To hold in my arms
I can’t do this again
My broken heart shakes
It’s got nothing else to give
But If I hide away from my life
How the hell will I live?
Now it’s the end of the night
My friends are gone
And I’m just standing here
With no life, alone
© Copyright 2018 Eddie deMoura. All rights reserved.
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Such a raw piece! This is absolutely outstanding. Very well done.
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You're too kind! I was reading some of your poems, you're the real deal! Thank you for your words, I am honored!
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