Glass Box
I cut but I heal
I'm tired of "feels"
I cling to the past
While my future's revealed
I cant close my eyes
With my demons awake
So I sleep with one open
And one in my grave
Its crazy I mean
Just how fast time will fly
Was never this different
Was never this wild
I'm use to the pain
If it helps I'll regain
All that was lost
Overtime and in vain
Copyright © Shabana Hunte | Year Posted 2018
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