It is a different kind of oppression
At this time I don\'t know how to open up without feeling judged.
To keep my head up, but it is hard for me
Pills and therapy are prescribed
To make it easier for me, now the pills have taken me
The bleakness spread all over
She felt difficult to breathe
Don\'t know where to go, the nook of the bed hold her.
You locked me in your bloody arms
To make me a loser, but you will not last
Now is is trying to explain the MYSTERIOUS PAIN
Shayra