The wind whispers, Calls my name. I stare outside the window pane. I stare at freedom through the rain unable to reach it from this place.
The darkness, pain, it should be plain, but no I mask it well. With little lies of, "Oh, I'm tired." and "Yes, of course I'm well."
I confine myself to my room. Chat with friends online. I keep my mask and say I'm fine while the demon screams inside.
I want to scream I want to yell, free myself from this Hell. I want to run and get away. Free myself from secret pain.
From where it comes I do not know, this feeling that I have. I keep my feelings locked inside, I do not ask for help.
But please you have to understand I need no help from you. To better word what I've just said, There's nothing you can do.
ShadowElement · Sat Dec 03, 2005 @ 03:22pm · 0 Comments |