WHERE DO I START, HOW DO I BEGIN.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO
WHY DO I FEEL IVE COMMITTED A SIN
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IVE DONE WRONG
THAT'S WHY I FIND MYSELF ASKING YOU.
THE QUESTION I ASK, I HAVE NO IDEA
I KNOW NOTHING AND NOTHING KNOWS ME
MAYBE ITS WHY I FEEL THIS INVISIBLE FEAR
A FEAR THAT COULD HOLD ME FOREVER, NEVER LETTING ME FREE
THE FEAR I UNDERSTAND, AS I AM SCARED
SCARED OF THE INVISIBLE, OF WHAT I WILL NEVER KNOW
THIS I LEARNT FOR MANY YEARS, MY FEARS IVE BARED
I KNOW WHAT IM TO DO, TO JUST LET THIS GO.
SO WHEN I FEEL IT CREEP UPON ME AGAIN
I WILL FEEL IT ABOUT TO COME
AS WHEN NOTHING IS WHAT I FEEL. I KNOW THEN THATS THE PAIN
SO NOW I KNOW WHEN NOTHING COMES. THATS MY FEAR DONE.
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Author:
illia (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: November 17th, 2016 10:54
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 23
Comments1
This I like you write well.
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