memories

I've so many thoughts in my mind that can't escape.

There's no windows in this place
or me to show my weary face
Rage I hold within my soul
At times I can not control
What's the point in me being here
When being here is what I fear
Everyday it's all the same
Trapped again in my own pain

I cry myself to sleep
So many secrets I must keep
No one to reach to nobody cares
Trapped in the middle of a distant stear
I've prayed that I was free
Of this grief that's filling me
Everywhere I turn
Every bridge must burn

There's no windows in this place
For me to show my weary face

posted by memories @ 4:42 PM