When the hits continue rolling in, I find myself running towards my deepest fears And when I see your pretty face, All my pain just fades away. Even when the pain is buried so deep, It takes more than a shovel to make them leave. I am too proud to ask for your help, I’ll do it all on my own this time, Until I can’t hold myself up anymore. Please won’t you lend me your hand? But please don’t you voice your filth opinions, Underneath your sinful tongue. I work and I work, And these scars still hurt, These tears continue to fall. Let me play with my smile, And laugh for awhile Until the pain becomes real, So then I can steal it all away. Run, run, run as fast as you can, It is what you do best, But I am going nowhere. I will plant my feet in these shoes, I will hold my ground as long as I am alive, And I will stand fighting through these scars. So don’t you ever give up, Don’t you ever give in.
Life and Poetry
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