Mind is a prison...

My mind is a prison. It's covered in paint. With colors of joy that now feel so faint. I hide all my fears. I bury my tears though all these long years. I smile at the world but inside I know that the weight of my heart is too heavy to show. I know I need to let you go. But even so my tears fall in the snow. I know I might reap what I have sown. But even so I know I'm the reason i'm alone. I keep looking at my phone but I should have known, you’d end up killing two birds with one stone. She's in a world of her own. When you're face to face with the unknown, how would you know? Cause if feels there is nothing to show, for the pain that i know. 

 

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Me

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