**Oh how my sorrows torture me.
Quiet room and dim light.
The silence does not comfort me.
Not in the way that I want it to be.
Where is the door that leads outside?
To fresh air and freedom.
To where risks are hid and excitement lives.
How I wish to go outside.
Inside I feel, It's such a bore.
Hurt and adrenaline does not belong here.
They belong out there.
To hurt and ****
Save the hearts of the confused,
The unorganized minds,
And the bodies of those who thirsts
for the blood of their own.
I just want to go outside.
Where I know the are many crevices to hide in.
My fingers will be *****
My mind will be empty,
My heart will finally feel content.
I just want to be free from worry.**
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
**Oh how my sorrows torture me.
Quiet room and dim light.
The silence does not comfort me.
Not in the way that I want it to be.
Where is the door that leads outside?
To fresh air and freedom.
To where risks are hid and excitement lives.
How I wish to go outside.
Inside I feel, It's such a bore.
Hurt and adrenaline does not belong here.
They belong out there.
To hurt and ****
Save the hearts of the confused,
The unorganized minds,
And the bodies of those who thirsts
for the blood of their own.
I just want to go outside.
Where I know the are many crevices to hide in.
My fingers will be *****
My mind will be empty,
My heart will finally feel content.
I just want to be free from worry.**
I really want to go outside
