The feeling could never feel this cold.
Staring into no future kills a soul.
Feeling powerless is torture.
Today is the ending of my death.
Tomorrow I die all over again.
Feeling emotionally raped.
No where to turn.
Looked in a cage.
No room to breathe.
Independence is all just a dream.
I scream yet no one hears.
I cry yet no one sees the blood tears.
When will this nightmare be over...
When will prince charming sweep me off my feet..
The pain of having my heart ripped out never grows old.
But only to get worse.
Everyday I fall to the ground.
Using the trust booth I hope for someone to catch me.
But yet again my best friend catches me.
As I hit the ground my life flashes through my eyes.
Anger swells up.
As I pick myself up I become angry.
Attacking everything I see.
I black-out.
My dreams are never dreams.
My dreams are nightmares.
As I die I get resurrected.
Only for it to happen all over again.
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