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Wrong With Me


The mirror is broken and cracked,

How the hell can I get back?

Every wrong step I took,

Made you turn and look.

 

I know that there's something...

Really wrong with me!

Now I'm putting myself back together,

I am retying this tether,

That keeps me with you,

Don't care what I have to do.

 

Now my plan is drawn,

A new day has dawned,

I'm back in the same place,

I'm such a disgrace!

 

I know that there's something...

Really wrong with me!

Can't forget no matter what I do,

The pain that I caused you,

Every single scar,

That I know I carved.

 

Now that night is sinking in,

How can I begin again?

I've ignored the pain,

And now I'm drenched with rain.

 

I know that there something...

Really wrong with me!

How can I be the only one that sees?

Can you set me free?

What happens when life and death seem the same?

Maybe I'm the one to blame.

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David L. Hawkins III

A Christian poet and victim of bullying. Through my writing I hope to shine my own light through this dark world we live in.

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