Dread
I hide myself from the world in hopes the no one will see the despair and hate within me,
I'm tired of always feeling so dread and sometimes I do wish I were dead.
This life I live is no life at all its more of a night-mare that never ends it goes on and on until my heart gives way.
with my eyes closed shut and my fist clinched tight I scream out for hope or something that might stop my tears from falling like rain.
Copyright © Adam Genobles | Year Posted 2011
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