Pain
as the tension grows inside me
my soul becomes weak
hope is just a fairytale
and love is just a dream
tears are a rerun pain is all around
happiness is a fantasy
thats no-where to be found
i need to know the way out
pain is putting me on a chain
i,m shackled to my memories
living life in vain
yet i start to vanish
smaller than a ant
but as hard as i try i can,t
Copyright © Shelley Cross | Year Posted 2006
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