A Soul Inside (This Fukked Up Skin)

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, July 21, 2009 1 comments

a soul inside this fukked up skin
 from where no one sees
beyond fear is nothing
and love is alwayz seeked
but no one knows inside my soul
where I swear I truly am
i wish I had someone to turn to
who'd alwayz understand
i'm a soul inside this fukked up skin
from where I can't escape
why can't they see I'm more than this
my thoughts are teary ached
deep inside I cry for help
praying maybe someone's there
who knows my soul & could forever be
the answer to my prayers

Posted by Robert Anderson at Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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1 comment:

poizon said...

we all want this don't we... someone who knows both the light & dark, alwayz a treasure to read you...XO

July 22, 2009 at 7:46 AM

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