At night, when I can’t sleep.
I stare out my window, and weep. Sometimes I wonder, if I'll ever find peace.

I am shackled in chains, behind metal bars. These thoughts run amok and they never stop. I close my eyes, and imagine a life above the moon and stars.

I walk a destructed path in life, that I didn’t create on my own. Yet, here I am, walking alone.

I feel broken and hopeless. But I have managed to bury my different emotions. Leaving them solely for me to possess.

I camouflage my pain well; although
its like living in hell. When will I ever find my true self. I guess only time will tell.

Will this dreadful agony disperse, before only my body is left for the hearse. Or is that the moment, I'll finally be free. When I leave this earth.


@Meg
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