Hopeless Heart

Rookie (1991 / New Zealand)

A Promise Of The Masses - Poem by Hopeless Heart

I fake my life everyday
That’s just the game I play,
There’s nothing anyone can do
But play along too,

I’ve tried so hard
I’ve run the yards,
But it hasn’t helped
This is the worst I’ve felt,

I’m struggling with these thoughts
All they seem to do is haunt,
I can’t get them out of my head
All I see is liquid red,

I promised myself I wouldn’t,
That I couldn’t,
But it is so hard to resist
Not to cut my wrists,

I try to distract myself
For the good of my health
But it never works
It just hurts,

There is never any winning
With all this sinning,
I think I’ll just let my world collapse
It’ll be easier, perhaps.

28th January 2008


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 8, 2009



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