The shackles that bind my heart are slowly increasing.
They are the same shackles that I've fought so hard to break.
But then, I am back in the corner where my shackles bind me.
The people around me are slowly turning against me.
I have no one to turn to and say my problems to.
What happened to the friendships that I've built?
You were supposed to be the brother I never had.
The sister I could tell my problems to.
But why, oh why, have you forsaken me for telling you the truth?
My shackles, they bind me.
My shackles make my strong.
My shackles are the proof that I have been strong enough,
and I want my suffering to end.
I will go back to my shackles for I am tired of going out of my way and being a friend that you never asked for.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 6:05 AM UTC
The shackles that bind my heart are slowly increasing.
They are the same shackles that I've fought so hard to break.
But then, I am back in the corner where my shackles bind me.
The people around me are slowly turning against me.
I have no one to turn to and say my problems to.
What happened to the friendships that I've built?
You were supposed to be the brother I never had.
The sister I could tell my problems to.
But why, oh why, have you forsaken me for telling you the truth?
My shackles, they bind me.
My shackles make my strong.
My shackles are the proof that I have been strong enough,
and I want my suffering to end.
I will go back to my shackles for I am tired of going out of my way and being a friend that you never asked for.
