This is wrote back in Feb of last year.
Rock Salt!
By: Wes Lawson
Surrounded by hurts and hard to swallows.
Sets in like a river of deceit
Wherever I turn, misfortune follows.
I can't compete.
Can't seem to stand without help from a few.
But shake me up, sit back and watch me spew.
Weighed by my mistakes and the people I thought I knew.
Stood at a halt, lost a dear friends heart, not even sure who's at fault.
The loss seems to ware thru the love I was taught.
I was just hit with Rock Salt.
Eyes burn, knees weak, head fuzzy as the night begins to creep.
Need anchors to keep me on my feet.
But I'm under water trying to climb a hill that's to steep.
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