Breaking The Habit
Wounds scar my emotions,
When my heart yearned for you,
but truth paints an overcast
with torn sheets of paper
as a simple contrast,
denying what I know is true.
Holding on to what I should let go,
I stand in opposition of the wind,
fighting a useless battle I can't win.
So why do I fight once again,
when I could let these wounds mend
when I could just let this all end.
So I'm breaking the habit
and closing the veins that bleed
as I close my eyes for the last time
for I am standing above the hurt,
and finally I know that all I need
is to release myself of these binds…
When my heart yearned for you,
but truth paints an overcast
with torn sheets of paper
as a simple contrast,
denying what I know is true.
Holding on to what I should let go,
I stand in opposition of the wind,
fighting a useless battle I can't win.
So why do I fight once again,
when I could let these wounds mend
when I could just let this all end.
So I'm breaking the habit
and closing the veins that bleed
as I close my eyes for the last time
for I am standing above the hurt,
and finally I know that all I need
is to release myself of these binds…
~FreeStyler~
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