I CAN'T HELP IT
They tell me to stop, but I have nothing else
I can't help but constantly beat up myself
I have a mirror and see who I am
A broken soul slowly sinking in quicksand
There's no good in me, I'm a horrible person
No one will ever care because I lose them in desertion
I'm nothing to no one
I wish my life was done
Maybe then I won't feel pain
That I could never explain.
©2013 Darryl Mouzone
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