Trapped

Sometimes I feel trapped in this cask that has become my living grave. I built it brick by brick with my own two hands and have become slave to its habits. I don't know how the hell to climb out and I didn't think to make an escape route. So I hide behind my tomb made of stone and pretend that I want to be left alone. A time bomb ticking waiting to explode I AM TRAPPED Trapped in this body; trapped in this soul And this passion; this fire that I purposefully hold in my heart is locked up When what I really desire Is to just open up; let it all pour out and diffuse itself And scream to the world that I'm TIRED I am not your superwoman. I'm a woman in stupor and I make mistakes too. And I am here silently screaming, trying to tell you I'd rather just kiss the sky and look back with a smile instead of a worn frown on the day I die. I want to feel close to another instead of always being the one everyone thinks has been through so much and needs no one. Little do they know that half the pain my heart holds hostage was caused By my own actions and I've accepted that role. My heart is bleeding onto the floor Someone cauterize the source of the ache for I can't take no more Lobotomize the source of the pain; it's throbbing through my veins and I CAN'T CONTROL THE TEARS But I need someone to hear me. Someone to feel me and take me away from this crypt That I've become decrepit in and make me feel alive again. I WANT TO LET SOMEONE IN Without getting lost in my own personal battles with Reality and insecuriteis and what ifs. But Can they ease my pain and can they stop the walls from Caving in and crashing down? No one ever stays long enough to find out. I want to let someone close I really do...but.... I've been trapped so long I don't even think I want to be rescued I'M TRAPPED