Capsule that holds my destruction

Mon, 05/05/2014 - 12:44 -- sfaigin

My mind is a time bomb ready to blow off 

I don't dare to work the wires

My mind is hanging by  a thread

No one will understand the torture I go through

The pain and agany of keeping it together

See I am like a rose that gives all the other flowers food

But I forget to feed myself

I am worn and tired

Because I am the girl that will hold my smile for the world

I am the girl who will breath life to others

But death breaths life into me

I dare not to speak of this 

Or I fear my brain will be picked apart

Choice words will spill out and chaos erupting

For they do not understand

My mind is the capsule that holds my destruction

And that girl they see is a mask to cover the true identity.

 

 

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