My pen has become too heavy to write,
To write about feelings and sorrow.
I think that I’ve lost my own inner fight.
It’s the fight against “HER”, I feel hollow.
There is nothing left to fill a dark hole
Which's been left after cutting out my heart.
So I’m blaming myself:”What an asshole!
”Now I know, to be cured, we should be far apart”.
I cannot resist not to type a small message
When I know that she’s there, she’s online!?
But then I remember she won’t give me a passage,
Cause for her, my name will never be online.
Every time I start writing it brings me just pains
Which I’ve never expected to feel before.
I realized, I’ve been put in unbreakable chains.
They won’t let me to live on anymore.
But I hope that I’ll break through the wall,
Which has pressed me to the cold dirty ground,
And another day won’t let me to fall,
To fall deep underground…
Got fucked up
© Copyright: Александр Снитко 2, 2015
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