Those little things with a few letters.
They fill my heart with pain,
As I hope things will be better.
I can cling to you, hoping my pain will leave,
You can promise me everything,
But will you really love me?
Words carry messages in them,
Of pain, guilt, and of love.
The only ones I need are the ones from you, from above.
Words, those small things,
With a few letters.
They fill your heart with pain,
As you hope things will be better.
One little pill, same time each day,
Seems to chase my fears away.
Alive in darkness those memories came.
Vibrant and real, I was going insane.
Listless, tired, irratated and mean,
My life was not all it seemed.
One little pill, put it in check.
Dreams no longer make me a wreck.
Happier, calmer, no more afraid.
Thank God Lexapro was finally made.
Shadows cross my mind as I go to sleep.
My thoughts dance around, guilt runs so deep.
Friends walked out of my life, I was an abusers wife.
But I wised up and learned to throw him away.
Tried to tell them sorry each and every day.
Now that I am sick, cannot get over it.
I could need some surgery, feels like purgery.
Wish the shadows would leave my mind.
