there's something deep within me
hidden underneath my daily smile
perhaps a desperate plea
maybe a silent cry
asking for what I need
yearning for absolution
pushing away my pride (if I had any)
begging for salvation
tired of the role I continue to play
bound and broken within myself
afraid of what people might say
if I turn to them for help
how much longer must I fool myself?
you know I'd stop if I could.
crying myself to sleep every night
like every f-cked up teenager would
is it too late for me?
too late for me to be saved
from the thoughts and voices
inside my head
that drive me insane.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
there's something deep within me
hidden underneath my daily smile
perhaps a desperate plea
maybe a silent cry
asking for what I need
yearning for absolution
pushing away my pride (if I had any)
begging for salvation
tired of the role I continue to play
bound and broken within myself
afraid of what people might say
if I turn to them for help
how much longer must I fool myself?
you know I'd stop if I could.
crying myself to sleep every night
like every f-cked up teenager would
is it too late for me?
too late for me to be saved
from the thoughts and voices
inside my head
that drive me insane.
Wrote this back in high school. Forgot all about it...
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