Bandaid

by Andrew Morton   Aug 3, 2007


The happiness that lays in false hope
anything at all to fill the hole
only proves to be a waste of time
within these twisted thoughts of mine

a positive twist proves to be a tease
that only ever leaves me on my knees
begging, pleading to stay around
but still i lose just what i've found

the only safe haven lays in rest
a feeling that imitates death
no feelings of pain of hurt
no memories of what i've endured

the little hope that still remains
only plays the role of a bandaid
nothing can fix a broken life
no hope for a cure in plain sight

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  • 17 years ago

    by nikki

    Omg, i loved it. it was amazingly written. the way you expressed it, was amazing. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Brittany

    I loved this. I love the concept and just everything about it. Your work seems to flow endlessly. I really like the structure too. Just beautiful :)
    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Andrew
    What a sad gut wrenching piece.

    the only safe haven lays in rest
    a feeling that imitates death
    no feelings of pain of hurt
    no memories of what i've endured

    These lines really touched me. It's like sleeping the days away to get rid of time.
    Excellent.
    Thinking of you.
    Take care Cindy

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