Heavy weights rest on my shoulders, ones I carry across a barren desert with bare feet. Endless nights in the blaring sun, God will I ever have fun will I forever be shunned?
Eyes stare into my soul but no one really sees me, the facade I created holding strong. Scars show and I drown out the world in song, to escape the feeling of wrong, what is wrong, with me, I wonder.
Questions hang in the air like a lost whisper, a foreign dream, will I ever be free, will I ever be seen, for who I truly am?
The path I tread has made me bleed, in which I find peace, where I can release, the countless emotions inside, please.
In these four walls I feel truly imprisoned, why do they never listen? The need to be free, to be away from all that holds me.
The streets at night compel me like a lullaby, the one that was never sung. The soft wind feels like home, the only safe one I've ever known. The lights, so bright, I feel free, paradise.
The need to run, ever so great, into the night where the shadows stay. The weight will never fall, the need will never stray, the guilt will never ease, let me be free or take me away, please…
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC
It hurts, I can't take the pain, yet I still drive the blade across my skin. Take me away, take me back, to a lost dream where pain had never been. Cut, bleed, scar, repeat. The blood drips. The layer underneath revealed. Oh, what a feat. I hate this. Cry, scream, and yell, though my voice never heard. I want to be free. Away from all the scars and pain that made me. Run. I want to run. The mask that I wear finally has a crack. I'm terrified. I'm terrified of that. Cut, bleed, scar, repeat. Heal that Crack. Hide it. Smile again, fake as it may be. Bring joy because you never had any. Laughter and smiles are sometimes worthwhile. Arrive home, smile instantly drained. Broken down by words. A greed for love. A grave need for a mother's embrace. Deprived of that love. Break inside over and over again. Cut, bleed, scar, repeat. Disgust. It makes me want to ***** what I do to myself. A burning sensation, to do it again. To die is to be free. I want to be free. Bomb after bomb dropping in my life. When will I finally crack? Hatred overtakes me, in a vulnerable state. A peace I can never obtain, a hole never to be filled, a better life too far out of reach. Bad thoughts fill my head. Ones of that, “No one will miss me if I'm dead.” Cry and whine but I will never be happy. I want this all to end. The pain I feel is unbearable. No one loves me. Cut, bleed, scar, ******* repeat.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC