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606 Apr 2018
Do you actually know me?
Do you know how I feel?
I do not feel free
I'm trapped in a world that feels so unreal

You may look at me and think of light
That nothing could ever cause me grief
But I'm in a never ending night
With nothing close to relief

I seem to always cry
And no one comes to my side
I might be able to fly
If no one willingly lied

Someone rescue me
I don't want to feel this way
I want to be free,
To be able to fly away

Do you actually know me?
Do you know how I feel?
I'm the little girl who isn't free
Living in a world unreal
606 Apr 2018
When I was a little girl,
I believed in all things nice
I never saw the bad things,
But now I know to think twice

I would always look at the stars,
shinning in the sky,
and believe they would grant my wish,
But now I know not to try

I was always optimistic,
I would think everything'll be alright
I could make myself feel better,
But now everything's in a huge fight

I was always completely happy,
there was no such thing as fears
But now I'm scared of everything,
And it's hard to hide my tears

I used to think life was great
But now I can respect,
That life is not a fairy tale,
It's never going to be perfect
606 Apr 2018
I used to believe in happy endings and true love's kiss.
I used to happily believe someone would change for me.
I used to believe in a lot of things.
But look at me now, I'm broken.
And now,
I believe true love's a joke, in which you're the punchline
I believe no one will ever really change, especially for me
I used to believe a lot of things, and look where it got me
606 Apr 2018
I once had a bright red balloon,
It would rise and rise until it reached the moon

I once I had a bright red balloon,
It would sink and sink until it popped

I once had a heart,
Same story
606 Apr 2018
Fly
Hush my darling, don't you cry
Take my hand, and together we'll fly

All this hurt, and all this pain
Can't bring us down, we'll fly away
606 Apr 2018
Days and nights,
Nights and days

I cry in the corner, because I have nothing

No friends, no home, no love

Words were knives,
Knives were words

I cut myself down because I was missing pieces

Of life, of happiness, of this world

Hating love
Loving hate

As I held grudges keeping them locked up

In my mind, my heart, my soul

The tormented world,
Tormented me

Giving me false hopes of freedom unreal

Unimaginable, unforgiving, unappreciated
606 Apr 2018
All she wanted was a taste of freedom,
So she took it in a pill,
a bottle,
a knife
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