Free
Just as day turns to night, my gleam becomes fright.
Cheer fades away, with sadness to stay.
Fun becomes hate, friends become fake.
Pain comes abound, loves not around.
Constantly beating you down.
Just as light turns to dark, voices start to bark.
Sane fades away, my mind becomes prey.
Joy is to late, maybe its fate.
Fire's inflame, hell's here to play
Turning my life inside out.
Just as bright turns to black, that sound will attack.
Words hit the vain, vocals fill my brain.
Happy is gone, hope isn't real.
Just leave me be, don't pity me.
Trapped in my own little world.
Just as shine turns to plain, heartbeats become pain.
Looks at the knife, but lives through the night.
Looks for a gun, “Ill get it done ”
One final strike, “Please end my life!”
One second after im free.
Copyright © Dylan Strom | Year Posted 2011
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