Continued

2 more years
until I crack
2 more years
until I refuse to come back
There's only so much
I can take every night
There's only so much
till' I need to fight
Every comment and remark
Every time and place
portrays her as a shark
she has left a scar I trace
a long line of attacks
all so perfectly aligned
that my soul cracks
and hope I shall find
no matter how long
little pieces left behind
it's not all gone
2 more years
then I'll finally begin
2 more years
stick that date on a pin
I'm just waiting
to be me
I'm just waiting
to be free

Thanks so much for reading and I'm sorry that I haven't been posting. I am back now and ready to go though and I'm excited! 




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