Treasure Island

Lauren Ashleigh


Ignorance.


Does anybody realise,
Would anyone believe,
Within is like a hurricanes foot print,
That’s started to taint inside of me,

And I don’t know how to speak,
I don’t know how to be,
ripping at the seams,
I think I’m losing me,

Its dark and its hallow,
Inside this echoing room,
No light has fallen for days,
Sadness is this brides groom,

On these dark streets,
sink to the shadows,
home is where your heart is,
heart is everything,

speak words,
to closed ears,
their advice is,
and always was,
they don’t care,

love is not enough,
not this version,
familiarity’s got rough,
I don’t know why,
I’m so sad,
less alone when I cry,

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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