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Never been the one

To stand and fight

For the dreams

That sore so high

I’m the one that hides

With fear inside

Living on burnt memories

Can’t seem to find

A fresh start

A new beginning

Without hindering hands

That grasp my sanity                      

Preventing me

To take a stand

I’m hurting and bleeding

From self-inflicted moods

When will I learn to love?

And heal these open wounds

How can I stop dying on the inside?

Rotting and withering away

Picking up my shattered pieces

In hope, that they’d stay

Breaking free from this hold

No longer listening to what I’m told

I’m sold on this future, meant to be

All these thoughts

Crashing down

The storm’s coming

And I’m here waiting

Can’t be hell bound

Chains wrapped around me

Screams with no sound

Sold on stories told

Silver linings and sun shine

Coming after the rain

Please erase this pain, warring

Ripping off this sorrow

Like clothes off my back

There can only be a better tomorrow

So let the rain come

Wash me clean

Swipe the things off my plate

That keep me, from me