so does every bit, of my senses , dreaming
was never so real
cringing in my slumber ,
i scream to be free, for the pain that i feel
could never be pain, for the real.
I fight to tear , into my insecurity
i fight to lie , to my naivete
i pull myself out of chasms
mighty cruel and insensitive sarcasms,
i get up, run as far away as my legs take me
take me to her i scream
i shake myself up
and i am there.
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