The sorry game

The sorry game

Folder: 
tragedy

Whatever the case

whatever going through the motion

theres hurt running deep

under these still waters of my mind.

a lovely wreck of confusion and self taught lies

Reinforced by loved ones watchful eyes.

there is only my demented self

to run through the confusion 

sifting out the love from the illusion

nothing but blindsides and banishments 

Where I lay my baby's hopes to sleep 

before they were even awakened. 

Forgivness slips through my fingers,

its not an entity I can ever hope to hold.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Loved always, never forgotten. 

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