This life that I live is hard.
Gets harder and harder each day.
But it's the only life I got.
Will it get better?, I can't say.

The pain that I suffer through is silent.
You can't hear me scream.
My life is a scary nightmare.
It doesn't even recognize the word "dream."

I cringe every day.
I tense up like a statue.
I pray to God for one thing.
And that one thing is truth.

I've been given an open letter.
Telling me to run free.
And after reading that letter.
I question if running is for me.

Freedom is all I think about.
From early in the morning to late at night.
I can't get it off of my mind.
It's such a beautiful sight.

But I scare myself sick.
I worry too much.
I worry that I won't ever get away.
I worry that freedom, I'll never clutch.

And that brings me back to the life I live.
The one that gets harder and harder each day.
It sadly is the only one I got.
Will it get better?

I can't say.