Time is running out, no space for recovering,
Just wet wounds are raw and left for uncovering.
But how do I ease the tension or buffering?
For all I got with me are pain and suffering.

Unknowingly accustomed to being caged like a
bird,
Hopelessly searching to be seen, understood, and heard.
I don't know how to love because I never got the love I deserved,
That's probably why I sit here numb, quiet, and reserved.

While obstacles strike me like a million comets,
Tear drops run down my face like a leaking faucet.
Dusting off the old skeletons laying in my closet,
I'm an anxiety storm trying to find what caused it.

Couldn't imagine a man who cares about me,
For so long it's been unclear and hard to see.
I don't even think I know how or who to be,
I just want to finally let go and be set free.

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I think loving myself first is the real key.

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All I did was do as I was told and obeyed,
But I received utter silence and got betrayed.
The smell of fresh blood...