I walk with worry filled with stress.
I create everything good and turn it to chaos.
I hold my pain and never let go.
I am to scared of all of it.
I do everything wrong.
I want to cover my face forever.
I can't breath when I am alone.
How long do I have to wait?
I just want to be me again.
I want to know how to take it all away.
How long will I be picking up these pieces?
How long will I be picking up my heart?
It just gets harder, but the truth is;
I'm the lair
I'm a dream
I'm no reality
I'm just anger
I'm always the hated
I'm the hidden
I'm the joke
I'm a fake
I'm the scared
I'm the weak
I'm the laughed at
I'm the air out the window.
I'm the reflection in the mirror.
I'm the voice in my head.
I'm the darkness under the bed.
I'm the monster up the stairs.
I'm the emptiness in your closet.
I'm the answer to the riddle.
I'm what you fear.
Knowing this it's still in my blood.
My words won't change the sinned.
Just listen and you will hear me.
You see that tear falling down my face.
And maybe you will feel my sadness.
And maybe you will feel what I feel.
I can say that I'm fine again, but many words that I speak don't seem to come true. I could be just like you, but these dreams will never come true. I could be all alone, but I would never survive this worthless world. I can run away, but this pain will always follow by my side. I can say a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that anyone would listen. I can walk up right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be thrown to the ground. I still have so much to lose, I don't know what to do. I can say that I'm fine again, but my words might be lies. I'm going to be fine, One day, Too Late, I'm in hell.
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