There are so many words that I want to say
But it's just so hard
It's so complicated
Everything inside of me feels as if its going to brake
Like the slightest sound of bad news is going to kill me
I hate this all the pain inside
All the urges to cry
I just want to brake down
And have someone tell me everything will be ok
But I have no one
Not anybody
I'm all alone in this prison of hell
No way to escape
No way to hide
I feel isolated from everyone
Even myself
I can feel the flames enclosing around me
I can feel my vision of sight growing weary
For this place I call a prison
For this place I call a hell
Its a place deep within myself.....
Copyright 2005 broken_spirit
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