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/
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/
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