Backslide

I'm at my wits end, been through all the
numbers in my phone and I can't find not
one person to talk to.
Not one friend.
At what point will my loneliness end?
Every tme the sun rises I rise trying to hold
back the tears in my eyes.
Awful thoughts of another between your carmel
thighs.
There in that sacred place is where my head
is suposed to lie.
Because of my wrongs I feel like in my
hardest times my angels have decided to fly.
So I turn to the bottle carefully place by
my side.
It brings me happieness for a short while,
but after a few laughs back into my pit I

Backslide.                                 

   

Reviews

[Lyrical Love]

It brings me happiness for a short while,
but after a few laughs back into my pit I
Backslide.

This raw, and pure gold when we can purge our systems through
such pain...