Treasure Island

meggan o reilly

(27-03-1995 / dublin)

I bleed


Wishing your brain had a map to tell your heart where to go
All these roads are so very unknown
Feeling trapped and confused
Why do I feel so abused?

Turning corners with with no escape
Walking in circles how much more can I take?
Scars bleeding, head hurting
Eyes crying, heart racing

Alone forever, contemplating things
All the complex questions and the pain begins
Living life on hold
No dreams of mine where ever shown

Deep secrets unable to tell
My whole body aches even my blood cells
Acting confused to where these bruises came from
Always knowing that your reply is wrong

Broken hearts and broken dreams
Cracks and bruises are always seen
I bleed

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, February 22, 2013
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