The struggle inside
Is more real then ever.
It's beginning to surface
On the outside,
And it's almost impossible
To hold it together.
People always ask me
Why I look so tired;
Little do they know that
My soul is on fire,
Slowly burning away on the inside,
Until one day
There is nothing left to burn.
© Fully Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Rebekah Fleck.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
The struggle inside
Is more real then ever.
It's beginning to surface
On the outside,
And it's almost impossible
To hold it together.
People always ask me
Why I look so tired;
Little do they know that
My soul is on fire,
Slowly burning away on the inside,
Until one day
There is nothing left to burn.
© Fully Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Rebekah Fleck.
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