|How’s it like when you want to be someone else,
Anyone else but you;
But locked you are in this shell of blood and flesh,
Left in your own pain to stew.
As the days change to months, and months change to years,
And your life remains a page left blank;
You walk the murky path of sorrow,
With your tears made dark and dank.
I’ll move on, move on in my life,
Digest the sweet poison in me;
I don’t need compassion from others,
Nor do I need any useless charity.
Let time zip past me,
May I be relieved from the memory
Of these days, the burning days,
The days I spent in agony.
But memories aren’t like a page written on,
Which can be crumpled and thrown away;
More like thorns they are in your heart,
Which make you bleed every day.
Dreamless do I walk upon the barren lands,
While shadows creep up from behind;
Creatures of the dark do plague my steps,
No solace in my heart can I find.
What craves my heart for, that I don’t know,
What nectar can satiate its thirst;
How many more emotions can it lock further in,
Before it finally bursts.
In a nightmare do I live now,
The pain of humiliation floods through my bones;
The world can only laugh at my misery,
It can only scorn at my painful groans.
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