Treasure Island

Charity Buckley

(April 20th 1987 / Orangeville)

Lost In Pain


No more laughter
now tears of pain
she had dreadfully lost
this unlucky game

she's ready to give up
nothing good in sight
Not even a friend
to hold her tight

no help from her parents
just a couple of friends
only relying on herself
she almost reached her end

tired of nowhere to go
tired of nowhere to sleep
tired of having no money
tired of not being able to eat

she thinks to herself
what a hard life
she thinks to herself
about her old knife

Now confused and lost
thinking there's no other way
what to do now?
thats all i'm guna say

Submitted: Friday, January 19, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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  • Ana x (1/19/2007 12:00:00 PM)

    wow, this is an amazing piece of art i'm glasd that this piece is brought to the light i adore it keep writing
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