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unveiling of inner turmoil
"Don't wanna hurt you," they say.
I dream of a million reasons as to escape,
In a place dedicated to freedom.
Why can't I be me?
Am I really free?
Why must you suddenly
Pull a knife against my throat,
Tarnishing everything I own,
Then disguising your
Jealous actions as a joke?
Years of self-discovery to
Find out I wasn't the problem.
Now I choke on unanswered questions:
What did I do?
Where did the sunshine
And rainbows go?
I guess I'm too sensitive for this world.
'Cause bringing up the question, "Why do
people hurt?" you realize that
No one actually cares,
Leaving the beating in my chest
To beat to no avail.
Nothing can really compare to the hurt you feel when
Your heart begins to perish because others around you don't want to see you live in thrill.
They'd rather push the little happiness
You have off a hill.
© starrose
I dream of a million reasons as to escape,
In a place dedicated to freedom.
Why can't I be me?
Am I really free?
Why must you suddenly
Pull a knife against my throat,
Tarnishing everything I own,
Then disguising your
Jealous actions as a joke?
Years of self-discovery to
Find out I wasn't the problem.
Now I choke on unanswered questions:
What did I do?
Where did the sunshine
And rainbows go?
I guess I'm too sensitive for this world.
'Cause bringing up the question, "Why do
people hurt?" you realize that
No one actually cares,
Leaving the beating in my chest
To beat to no avail.
Nothing can really compare to the hurt you feel when
Your heart begins to perish because others around you don't want to see you live in thrill.
They'd rather push the little happiness
You have off a hill.
© starrose
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