A broken heart, a wounded soul.
Within me is a world that nobody would ever know.

Scars so ugly, how can I let them be?
They are better covered so that nobody can see.

I wana tear apart whats left inside me.
For my freedom is only when I would be allowed to breathe.

A raging fire that gives me no rest,
My mind strangled in things better unsaid.

I wana run away from this world that is just a play.
Where, in peace my heart would stay.

Would I ever live again, would I ever be the same?
The broken pieces are scattered and will never come back again.




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