Buried

Posted on August 17, 2012

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Ask me for help
If you need it so
Don’t at me yell
Your top you blow
For I am here
Always and true
Isn’t that clear
What’ve you to lose?

Your burden so great
Shoulders weighed down
Fuelling your hate
In which you drown
Frustrations rise
Anger as well
Inside you die
Your personal hell

Don’t leave things buried
Where they fester deep
Leaving you and all worried
Your true feelings unseen

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