you might ask me - why is it so hard to do something so small
i might say - I don't know
and act like you didn't spear me with your words
but in fact I do know and you did... hurt me very deeply
I am surrounded by not just this
but so many other thoughts, fears, troubles and scars
I am not just this
I am more... much more
But I know that no one sees me that way
they see someone who should just.... do that one small thing
I can't change this bad thing in me
and every day - it's a stuggle
and every day - it's a stuggle
I am pained and cannot understand why I have left it
escape
escape
run
get kidnapped
you know...when you close doors
and shut windows
and shut windows
and force your eye sight to everything else except what you are afraid of
it's easier
you know - when you don't have the power to
S
T
O
P
, and
P
U
L
L
Pull back the rope still being thrown
because at the end of that hanging forgotten system
is
Y
O
U
R
L
I
F
E
Pull your life back
B
A
C
K
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