There isn’t enough vodka or scripts to dull the constant pounding of confusion that has moved in permanently There is no amount of time spent with a shrink or groups that can make you understand all that has happened because the deepest pain can’t be shared its just to raw and personal. You try but always end up leaving with a half-filled coffee cup.
What lives up ahead? Where do you go now? Will you ever be able to pick up the pieces and somehow mold a new life where the memories grow weaker with each passing day and the need to look back slowly fades to black? I don’t have the answers, I only have the words.
M.O.r mind like a cord of wood laying on the ground. What did they expect of her, the ones with the wave of a finger that ruin what’s left of your sanity?
There isn’t enough vodka or scripts to dull the constant pounding of confusion that has moved in permanently There is no amount of time spent with a shrink or groups that can make you understand all that has happened because the deepest pain can’t be shared it's just too raw and personal. You try but always end up leaving with a half-filled coffee cup.
What lives up ahead? Where do you go now? Will you ever be able to pick up the pieces and somehow mold a new life where the memories grow weaker with each passing day and the need to look back slowly fades to black? I don’t have the answers, I only have the words.
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Another piece from my latest book "Raw Emotions"
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