It is my only escape,
I am in my own little world and
i will never have to think about
your face,
what you did to me.
I can just keep going and going,
I'll never stop.
I can't,
I won't let myself
stop and think of the pain i will never be able to rid from.
But this is my only escape,
though it will slowly kill me outside,
i'm dead inside;
and so it shouldn't have to matter anymore.
So why is fear still flowing through my lifeless veins?
I cannot find words to express how this makes me feel, but you've got talent.
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