In the middle of the night, I scream and cry
Contemplating on my last goodbye,
Thinking where will I go where will I abide
My mind is a warzone I'm broken on the inside,
Not knowing what will happen scares me
I just want to be at a place where I am carefree,
But that will never happen with the way I am
I just wish I could be a hologram,
Now you have seen the mess of me,
Now its my time to be free
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
In the middle of the night, I scream and cry
Contemplating on my last goodbye,
Thinking where will I go where will I abide
My mind is a warzone I'm broken on the inside,
Not knowing what will happen scares me
I just want to be at a place where I am carefree,
But that will never happen with the way I am
I just wish I could be a hologram,
Now you have seen the mess of me,
Now its my time to be free
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