Desolate times, how eternaly damned, what to feel, where to stand?
Blind to things, things to come, unaware of who it may be deliverd from.
Embrace this sadness, yet takith away, so to feel once again a peaceful day.
A lie, but truth in reality, hard to believe im just a technicality.
So black i stay, hidden in lite, to live like this cant be rite.
Silent but screaming, because no one will listen, damn peopple wake up...i need
Mom, dad, uncle or aunt, where are you this silence haunts.
No answer just betrayel, drowning in the abiss of self-made hell.
Run...run...run, run and hide, I am no good....someone lied.
Can't you see, there is nothing here, Im everything I have known, but so hated and
Brave or scared, which to be, neither one ever sets me free.
My head could burst, from all this pressure, the will for anything is light as a feather.
Thats it?...thats all I am, have I realy become like the tinman?
Wishing is hopeing, so what is that, when its been beat and beat get a ambulance
Call someone please, my friend I cry, give me that reason...to once again try.
Copyright © Justin Robbins | Year Posted 2011
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