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The Inside, Out Of Me


Welcome little child, to the dark fears inside,

Come and join the fun, take a journey through my life.

Taking every piece of innocence that never sees the light,

Taking off that blindfold that heals and reveal the souls that dies.

Wanting to go back to the life that was mine.

Where my meaningless ending had no ending…

Believing what would last forever,

Did not last at all.

How long will I last through these memories of my past?

The chance to act was short enough,

Since without a light to shine, the only soul left was mine.

Saying “with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide”

Grabbing my only ammunition (my common sense).

Time has now forgotten to rid of my truth.

Time? Now I have no time,

No time to live,

No time to say Goodbye,

Only time I have is to say why.

Why I'm forced down to reckoning,

My dreams became sickening,

I thought I was Alone.

I thought my safest place to breathe was right inside my room,

But once my clock began to chime,

My fate lead me to doom.

Looking left and right, through my doors I shut so tight,

As long as I'm away, it opens up to scare me soon.

It says: “Hey kid, why do you moan?

I can't help but to notice that you're alone.

Don't be scared, it's not like I care.

I can only say that it's only fair.”

 

Giving up always seemed so easy,

But it's hard when it's only you and me.

It's like having a fire,

That burned with an evil desire,

Or to feed my hunger of pain;

But that fire grew higher each night.

Now the Sun hides from me,

And the moonlight is just a memory.

As my memories start to fade,

My feelings stayed.

All my sorrow painted right there to see.

Memories broken down piece by piece.

If I go back another day…

I'll see all the endless pain I've made.

Now just like balloons, I soar on my own!

Finally free! From the pain of my home!

Just like balloons, that no one will hold,

Free from the truth, that no one will know…

All of my pain,

Far in the past…

Yet echoes screams, Forever will last.

 

Roaming around, through an endless

dream. Dreaming forever.

 

I have now completed my

task...

 

Finding me

 
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