Getting to my head

September 29, 2011
By Ciarra0295 BRONZE, Clermont, Florida
Ciarra0295 BRONZE, Clermont, Florida
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The wounds wide open,
Full of despair.
Waiting for you in the thin air.
Mind wondering like I have no destiny,
I must of let you get the best of me.
Tears flood my eyes.
Trying to be silent so no one can hear my cries.
My face so serious yet still in despair,
wishing you would be there.
Wishing I was dead,
Next time I won't let you get to my head.


The author's comments:
I was inspired to write this from a current argument/ experience with my beat friend.

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