Lost

My heart breaks, the rhythm of love I cannot take. This is where my emotions break; this is the place where I drown in my mistakes. How do I escape the pain?
How do I give my sorrow a new name?
My soul escapes, the sight of pain given in vain.
This is where my grace looses the race.
I am torture given aim.
I am passion drowning in shame.
I am the darkness that spreads through your lungs.
I am that five seconds after the gun.
This is my misery.
Where my tears cry rivers and my heart sings a song.
Where do I belong?
Can you tell me? How do I make the noise go away?
I am a vision in a dark place. My misery is in my stride.
My pain is in the white of my eyes.
My agony is in my smile.
On this day I am dying. So tell me, why am I still crying?
Emotionally I break; mentally I have had all that I can take.
A moment for a moment I am losing in this moment.
A moment where my breath is caught and I loose all train of thought.
In this moment, for a moment I am blind. In this moment for a moment, I have lost the moment.
For a moment, in this moment things, people, places seem all right.
REALITY hits and I am alone to roam along a road of the lost souls.
Please. Please, please tell me what is worth fighting for?
Standing, falling, one hand, one heart someone please, please open the door.
No relief, no air, my mind, body and soul cannot bear, I cannot breath!!
Through my eyes, you will see the demons that fight inside of me.
Through my heart, you will see the pain that I bleed.
In my voice, you will hear the fear that has entrapped me. Please, please will you free me?
For a moment, in that moment when I close my eyes I am free.
Still caged so please, please tell me, when is it OK to be me?


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