Pent Up - Princes Senores (top fiction books of all time txt) 📗

what's best for me

they pretend that it is not for them

they always say they want the best for me

what ever they say tears my heart

bit by bit i was torn apart

every single word is a heavy blow

and i just take 'em all

my heart is full of scars and wound to deep to heal

i wonder when i will get the courage to run away and never look back

to block them all out

i just want to be left alone

i don't what them to care

if their care slowly kills me

death is a gift that will never come too fast

it will be a grace from adove  

 

 

my simple desire

things i hear cause me pain

for my own good they cliam

they wish i would retain

my old self thats plain

but i wish to change to be engadge

yes i wish to play and just lay

at the end of the day

with out regrets

with seft respect

i wish to play the day away

maybe its a dream

i have this feeling 

that this is all just a fantasy

to keep me from calamity

and to hide from my enemy

i have this tought in my mind 

that i cannot find

something in the corner of my eye

in the back of my mind

it's a tought that cannot be completed

but would not disappear 

its this crazy feeling that its all just a dream

wishing

i read a book see a movie 

and i wish i was them

the main character

the one under the spotlight

how ever tragic the story

i wish to experince 

those heart trobing moments 

those tear droping seconds

i want to know that there's a reason for it all

that my suffering

will one day be paid

that no matter what happens

i'll be happy someday 

 

life expectation

i have a fleeting wish

to break free of this

the daily cycle

i wish to be a fish

a bird and this

a simple yet ample

grass on a feild 

i wish to hide

from life

from people who expect of me

to expect the best

when all i'll get

from their simple bet

is the dissatisfaction

of spending the rest

of my life bored and deprest

 

escape

i wish i could run away

just get in a car and drive night and day

to see them all fade away

and little by little memories will fade

thier voices and faces forgatten

i wish i could escape 

 

 

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Images: not me
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Publication Date: 05-13-2013

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