Secrets

They always said that the voices were in my head little do they know that I would rather be dead Everything to this point doesn't seem real Lost the ability to touch, see or feel.

For every problem I seem to have to face There is never a time or even a place I tell you my darkest secrets, looking for hope You turn your back, then hand me the rope.

Now you see that I'm everything you thought was real Sign my life away like its an unwritten deal Take the time to run away from your pain I am, to you the one unwashable stain

For every problem I seem to have to face There is never a time or even a place I tell you my darkest secrets, looking for hope You turn your back, then hand me the rope.

All this makes me feel, like giving up the fight Your abuse has never given you the right To tell me how I need to live this life I have been cut open by the proverbial knife

For every problem I seem to have to face There is never a time or even a place I tell you my darkest secrets, looking for hope You turn you back, then hand me the rope.

I am at my end and you will never see That everything you did .. became the end of Me.

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