They've seen me,
they know I'm here.
But they can't here me,
nor do they want to.
I've been lost for so long,
in my own little mind.
Trapped with loud vouces,
some, but not all are kind.
They tell me tales,
of a girl in pain.
She is trapped between nails,
telling her to give up.
They say the girl is me,
they say I'm lost.
They wish to be with me,
together forever.
They can end my pain,
and be with me.
I can leave this hell,
and finally be free.
I give into to the nails,
do as they say.
I follow the darkness,
just like they say.
01/21/16
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Behind the Mask
PoetryI have through many tough times through out my life. And i always felt like my voice never mattered. So instead of using my unheard voice for nothing, i put it in to words on a blank peice of paper. This became my escape from the real world and into...
