Sometimes i feel like running,
just a simple escape from where i am
an escape from who i am.
sometimes i feel like singing
singing the colors of life,
oh so proud.
i wanna sing the colors of pain
the colors of love
the colors of hate
i wanna sing it all
embrace in the pool of human emotions
and simply fall.
but sometimes i feel like hiding
i wanna hide from reality,
from the people in my life
from the demons in myself.
but i can’t see what’s underneath.
i have built so many walls
that even if one person tried
they would never succeed.
i feel so lost inside
like a blank sheet of paper
useless and insignificant.
maybe i’ll never grow
maybe i’ll never know what it truly feels to be alive.
so who knows where i’ll be in a year from now,
either i[ll be a changed woman
or the old lost one.
i wake up everyday hearing silence
just silence all around me
it is as if time has stopped still
transfixing me in a moment of hell
a nightmare from the other side.
i am temporarily transported to a place where all the skeletons in my closet come to life
chasing me all around the dark forest with a knife.
This is my life.