Trapped
I am trapped in the past
In all the mistakes that I have made
I am trapped in a endless black hole and I can't find the way out
I am trapped in hell where my only friend is the little red man who used to be a beautiful angel.
He tells me that I am going to stay with him forever
He tells me that I am the one he's never going to let go.
I am trapped in a tornado of emotions.
And that tornado had ripped apart everything that lived inside me.
I am trapped within myself
And that's where I have to stay.
Because I have come to love the way my soul dances with my demons.
Copyright © Megan Hollar | Year Posted 2017
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