Home of Pain
I live in a home of pain
And I find death everywhere
I feel lonely and scare
And nobody care
I wish I could run
But I never dare
To stand with a gun
The life sometimes be not fair
Give us things over bear
My care got broken in half of the way
Dark surround me, I hear voices say
You going to die, not survive
No way to get out alive
I lived as a freak
My body is wreck
That what I have been told by a snack
Do I have to believe it
That I am nothing but a ****
And let it go
My soul and know
I should be that tough
And face misery with a laugh
Copyright © Rahma Ahmed | Year Posted 2017
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