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inside my head


Trapped in a cage forged by my own hands

Blood dripping from my fingertips as I continue to claw at the lock

Praying for the hinges to snap

Desperate for release

Freedom from this prison I myself have created

Lost within oblivion, Constant chaos

I can’t seem to close my eyes

Night after night as I lie awake the beating of my heart is the only sound that comfort me as my thoughts taunt  me endlessly 

I forgotten my purpose

I’ve lost myself somewhere down the road

I died inside yet somehow I still feel alive

Shackles bound at my ankles 

Wounds that will never heal 

Scars that will never heal   

My mind is never quiet 

My dreams are never safe 

Once so ambitious and strong, now so exhausted and worn

Every day is a new one

I can’t explain today because I am still catching up to yesterday

Maybe tomorrow I will have an answer 

maybe tomorrow I will give up 

so overwhelmed with the conflict 

will I live long enough to tell a story worth listening to or will I cave in to soon and miss it all

So desperate to take a break

Yet so eager to dominate and conquer all the crosses my path 

so much to do, there just isn’t enough time 

Wasted times 

Wasted time 

So exhausted I just let the waves take me whole

I’ve got a feeling that the pat  am on now will eventually extinguish the flames and revive the warrior in me

A life of isolation I know no boundaries

If the only voice I hear is my own I can never truly be free

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