Trapped
Inside my head,
trapped,
the door is held by lock and chain...
Entertained with the insane
and the deranged.
This endeavor has been a long campaign.
Tears are my rain
and I can't get it outta my brain...
It runs through every vein...
Makes me overthink and over-explain,
I guess I stick with it,
cause I know the terrain.
Some sense of familiar domain
and for me, it's easy to obtain.
So forever, here,
I will remain.
Any attempt to escape is done in vain.
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It Figures...
I'm my own worst enemy,
can't get out of my head...
my worst fear is being dead,
because if there isn't anything after, ill just be trapped inside instead... eternity,
fighting the other me,
but perfectly matched so a winner will never be...
good thing I made my mind a labyrinth, filled with many rooms all filled with different things, distractions, memories, monsters, dreams.
It'll be hell from time to time,
but finding a little bit of heaven in a shoebox tucked away in a safe place.
Do you know how hard it is to hide from yourself?
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