Secrets
Screaming, trying to get out
From my locked heart to my mouth
So dark and old
That are once never told
Hiting on the bloody walls
Torturing my innocent soul
Prisoned for so long
The more they grow old, the more they become strong
Burning like a fire inside my heart
But still they are so dark
So impatient to be free
Still scared out of their home to be
Should i take them to my grave?
Or that will make me live like a slave
Or what if i set them free?
Will that make me comfortable and happy?
Letting out is a lost
Keeping them is the worst
Can't keep them, can't make them leave
How am i supposed this way to live?
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