Hospital
10.17.13
I hate how familiar you are,
You and your mocking ways,
Giving me Deja Vu,
Oh I can remember the days.
When I felt nothing,
Just so dead inside,
When I ran and ran,
And had no place to hide,
Roaming your halls,
Hour after hour,
I hate how I let,
You have all the power,
But you won't win,
No not anymore,
Now you can watch,
As I walk out the door.
I'm guarded now,
No more hurting me,
I hope this means,
I'm finally free.
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