Do you know what i do when i have nothing left to write?
I pour out the horrors, pour out the fright.
I pour out my heart, I pour out my soul.
So that maybe i can let you know you are not alone, you are whole.
I write these words, these words from hell.
How i feel in my mind is just how i tell.
There is so much darkness, so black in my mind.
All of my nightmares, trust me, they are not kind.
They pin me down and force me to watch.
As everything I love is left to rot.
I sit here and wait, hoping to leave.
But sadly, I'm not done, there's no time to grieve.
I still have to try, there's still people who need me.
That is why I am stuck here, forced to be who they need me to be.
So i can not stop, i must keep going.
But i hope how broken I am inside isn't showing.
Because i will scream out.
But all that will be heard...
Is silence.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Do you know what i do when i have nothing left to write?
I pour out the horrors, pour out the fright.
I pour out my heart, I pour out my soul.
So that maybe i can let you know you are not alone, you are whole.
I write these words, these words from hell.
How i feel in my mind is just how i tell.
There is so much darkness, so black in my mind.
All of my nightmares, trust me, they are not kind.
They pin me down and force me to watch.
As everything I love is left to rot.
I sit here and wait, hoping to leave.
But sadly, I'm not done, there's no time to grieve.
I still have to try, there's still people who need me.
That is why I am stuck here, forced to be who they need me to be.
So i can not stop, i must keep going.
But i hope how broken I am inside isn't showing.
Because i will scream out.
But all that will be heard...
Is silence.
