Every day I dream of a paradise, where I could break free from the stereotypes, Somewhere I can shake off this disease, even though I created these catastrophes, now I must suffer through them, or let them begin to bury me alive. I have faked a better half of the decade, and I have grown to learn to hold back these tears. and when the pain hits so deep, I begin to fight the unimaginable and I begin to attempted to destroy the unthinkable, as the days become more suffocating, my mind becomes overcrowded, and sometimes I feel trapped inside. all the walls close in on me, my ego becomes bruised, and my subconscious stays broken, in here I can see the darkness, I can feel it feeding on all my darkest fears. oh death, won’t you set me free, because I have done this to myself, I’ve created a prison. https://inbetweenjackswords.wordpress.com/2015/07/05/prisoner/
Life and Poetry
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