I'm A Callous

June 12, 2014

All this fighting

Its uninviting

What can I say?

Same shit, new day

Over and Over

I try to pray

I long for the feeling

Of some full healing

But it slowly slips away.

I've become a callous in my own life

The hurt couldn't cut me

Even if it were a knife.

They think I'm fine

And I pretend I'm devine

But in the end I'm just letting time

Pass me by.

Ever so slightly it seems that its all done

And then it starts, just a new run

Over and over,

Once again

It makes me pick up my pen

Writing, writing

Because of all the fighting.

They think I'm fine

And I pretend I'm devine

But in the end I'm just letting time

Pass me by

Till I have that chance to go

Go and fly

Leave forever

Because I will never ever

Come back to all this fighting.

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