My Inner Conflictions Part 2

Now that the pain has increased and became greater, I wish for the day I can go and meet my maker. All the wrong cards have been dealt to me. Fifty-two pick up should be the game for me. I wish I could shatter all these windows so I can break out of this thing, but its like I’m hooked to straps and I can’t get out of these things. I’m pulling, struggling, and fighting. I’m doing nothing but wasting my energy now. Hyper then ever now, I start to scratch at my skin. Wanting to get the straps off, so I can start running again. But no matter how much running I do it seems like I just can’t win. Masquerading behind a fake face when I approach my friends. Its like I’m living a double life because I’m always scared of what people might say or do to me, I’m starting to feel the rage again. And I don’t know if I can hold it back that long again. I feel like I’m about to snap. I’m caring bombs, about to blow up the map because this pain is strong like that. Save Me!!! I feel like just walking away Please save me from this pain I’m living everyday Somebody please save me