The dreams I had were based on lies,
All so I could sever my family ties.
The fear of getting too close only for them to die,
Is too much for my heart to accept and comply.
I have hidden it all away, the pain and fear,
All masked away neatly without a single tear.
I have caused myself so much emotional damage,
So much so that I am becoming a lifeless savage.
Constantly punishing myself and my fading heart,
Slowly tearing what's left of my soul apart.
when your heartless life seems simple and sound,
Truth is that life is a emotional merry go round.
The world looks bleak as if it's about to rain,
All you can do is grit your teeth to fight the pain.
You secretly search for a rainbow in the darkest clouds of your mind,
But the painful past always makes it difficult to find.
I hope I find that ray of light for just one day,
So i can finally let my heart have its final say.
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