fly away

pins to the paper making my thoughts bleed

wondering when the world is gonna kill me

to much heart ache and misery

these litle things i hate i have to call memories

more like food to fears

they feed off it because they no im scared

18 years old with nothing to lose

nothing but drugs and abuse

praying to god to come rescue me

send me away and let my spirit free

no more of these little memories

to remind me of how life use to be

i get on and push through

no more fear, no more you

happiest thought, is no more abuse

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