My Story
As I turn the page of my life story
I cant help but look back,
To memories long lost and buried
In my brain like Tack's.
I turn the page again to see
Who i used to be,
A loving, Little, Wild me
When I was still free.
I read my way through painful trail's
Thats when I start to feel,
That my life turned into prison
I held this inner hell.
The next chapter begins the same as the last
Life has now become a chore,
That's no way to look back
It feels like someone closed my door.
A few more pages down the drain
Surounded by the darkness,
Life is one unlawful game
I feel the world now equals pain.
Now im here, as far as written
Empty, Hurt, and Forbidden,
I am sick with peace starvation
Thinking death is Salvation.
Copyright © Dylan Strom | Year Posted 2011
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