PRISON OF THE MIND


Hurt and wounded
Why do I stand on a burned platform like I’m owned?
Why can’t I wake up from this horrible dream?
I need to be healed and saved from the darkness..
STOP!!!!
My fall is increasing, breath decreasing ……
But as you push and I struggle to keep my head, wondering if there’s anything that I wouldn’t do for you
And I cant even think about what would happen if you left
Ill never forget this feeling ……
Hurt and wounded

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