Pain
The pain that bottling is taunting!
I keep feeling like I'm failing at flaunting.
So each night in my dreams I'm haunted.
The feeling of being cold in a dark whole
Fighting yourself between death and being alive
Trying to work hard to live a normal life but its hard to survive
The pain I am feeling is torturing
I cant explain how sometimes I feel like I'm falling from a 23,000 feet high building
Its captivating and you ever been locked in a dark place before
As a kid everything is coming in and all you see is monsters
But then I think I am the monster within needing a close friend
I try not to think about it but ill take my life just to feel the end.
Copyright © Missy Lenae | Year Posted 2016
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