I walk these lands of the unknown,
A place that’s abandoned, where nothing ever grows,
I’m not one who asks for, who offers prayers,
Now I’m dying, fading, does anybody care?
I’m not sorry for who I am, not sorry I’m me,
I wear my scars for the whole world to see,
I walk these lands of the unknown,
A place that’s abandoned, my heart made of stone,
I gave up on living, giving up my life,
Making my choice, crimson kissing the knife,
I laid down my arms, closed my eyes,
This is my truth, I no longer deny,
I walk these lands of the unknown,
A place that’s abandoned, a sanctuary for the alone,
I walk these lands of the unknown,
A place that’s beyond, somewhere I can finally call my home…….
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Wow!! Live it!
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Ummm… you know what I mean!!! 😅
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Lol, we’ve all been there with typo’s.😂
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Reblogged this on The Biblioanthropologist.
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A state of bleakness everlasting
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Yep, what it feels like at the moment.😞
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Sorry to hear that. I hate those funks. 😥 Hope you feel like yourself soon.
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cool poem.
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