Seven Years in Hell

You gave me a second chance to let go of my anger and past. But I messed up. I still am a freak in strange. But I act like I'm on stage. How many pills today?? I don't remember anything you say. Every where I look I remember all they took. My faith and hope, my life's book. Now I don't know how to live. How many years have I been in hell?? Seven. What do I want?? I want heaven. Or that hand that that will help me up from the floor. They tell me; If you gave up your grief you could be anything. If you let go of the sadness you'll have everything. No more madness. But I cry that I want to die. But still I smile and tell a lie. " I'm okay. I'm happy today" I say this with tears in my eyes and everyone believes my lies.

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