The Infamous End


The fresh start I had
has become another living nightmare
and everywhere I look life has gone mad.
Waking up every morning makes me terrified
always making the run for more sleep
won´t stop, won´t end my cry.
Where have you gone inspiring time
I was left behind, alone
no matter the horrific scar in my soul, I´ll always say I´m fine.
The many times I´ve buried my sanity, I don´t know
if it left a small piece of heart, I wish,
so the people could see who I am, if I would wanted to show.
I try to grab the plain wall of happiness
but it shouts me back in the face, you`re alone
I´ve forgotten my self less and less.
Hear me, hear me now, I won´t send
my words again, it is starting to become real
no matter what you or I want, this is the end.

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