Everything I touch goes bad and turns to poison.
This is not the path that I would of willingly chosen.
I say too much or I am too quiet
It’s my life, you want to try it?
Treading eggshells day after day
Bleeding feet with scars that won’t go away.
My heart torn out and pinned to my sleeve.
Painful thoughts my soul will deceive.
Life becomes a rotting corpse, nerves long stopped twitching.
Millions of flies escaping out, buzzing around the kitchen
Everything sullied and spoiled no escape from this life of toil
Every attempt at escape viciously smashed down and foiled !
This life so bitter has a sting
Hands red red raw, reacting to a wedding ring!
The flour covered worktop such a mess
Takes all day to clear up, smile and your true feelings repress!
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