Burden
Cry a thousand cries, no one will care,
Your burden is solely yours to bear.
Help is no where to be found,
The hell you've created is where you'll be bound.
To live eternity amongst the sad,
Hey head up, it's not that bad.
Thought you was once on top of the world,
Untill your whole life started to twirl.
You had it all, power, homes, cars and wealth,
Even had what you thought was your health.
Then you lost it, went out of controll,
Put your guard up, started patrol.
Couldn't hold it, you just had to flip,
thought it was cool, thought it was hip.
Now you are locked away in the hell you created,
with-in those four walls so heavily gated.
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