Held in restraints
        No one could know
                 How I longed to break free
                         From the corroding
                                That were holding me
                          I ripped myself free
                  And I ran far away
          And I might return
But not today


                                                                It was taking over me
                                                       Pulling me forwards
                                                Giving me the strength to run
                                        From my darkened past
                                  I had to get out
                                         And now I can fly
                                                But every now and then
                                                        I can still feel
                                                                The chains that gripped me

             Some days I feel
                        Like it might not be enough
                                To simply run away
                                      I’ll have to face it someday
                                That thing is a part of me
                         And I might return
             But not today

I hate having to write things out.
I don't want to do things at all.
I just want to sit here all day,
And read all the books on my shelf.
Is that really too much to ask?
To be able to stay here alone,
To just watch movies endlessly?
I'd sink into oblivion if I could.
Life just likes to get in my way.
The pains and the chores of
Everyday life.
I feel sometimes as though
I'm slowly going insane.
I wish I could go insane.
Maybe then people would
Finally leave me be.
I like being alone,
You see.
I find it rather enjoyable.
I like being lonely.
I know it sounds odd but,
I just can't help it.
I really dislike people.
I can do things on my own.
When I want to do things,
That is.
Because I usually don't.
Want to do things,
That is.
I think I might be done now.
I'm finished.

Some days
It feels as though everything
Just goes wrong.
I don't want to
Do anything,
I can't handle the pressure
Of everyday life.
It just seems like
Too much
And I can't take it.
No more.
Leave me be.

I put on a fake smile
To deal with
Those days,
When everything
Is just too much,
So that nobody
Has to worry about me.
I don't want anyone
To worry.
I feel like
A burden with
The weight of
A thousand different worlds.