I am nowhere but I am somewhere
Imprisoned inside my mind dealing with great care
Every little detail of my life
Until stuff becomes too much and out come the knife
Cutting my skin
Leaving gold brown drops like tin
Breaking my control of my life
Like the great blithe
Wrecking endless sorrow so great
It seems it was at the core fate
To have my life lived this way
Ever single day
To frown upon life and hate it
But I have to get mentally fit
And never give in
And see that gold tin like blood
Stay strong not get trapped in the flood
That calls itself depression
Better go to a therapy session
Or grow to be the dragon I was ment to be
Instead of staying a butterfly so now you see
My point of view
So this is the end
Time to tend to these ever lasting wounds and mend
My broken bones
And rise from the ash of
The harsh tones
As everything just goes
And gets blown
Time to shine
I'm going to be fine
Stay strong forever
I will never sever
The promise I made for you
But don't forget I love you too
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