Try to walk on my own,
Instead I've made things worse,
When will I leave my prison?
Or will I just move to the next cell?
Faith,
Hope,
Belief,
It's all a lie,
No matter what you do,
It all comes back to...
Hell.
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Poems Of Wisdom, Wanderlust, & Love...
PoetryPoetry of Self-Discovery for the Insecure Heart of the Artist.