You awake another night.
Cause that face comes into light.
The visits become more frequent.
It's like he knows your secrets.
You seach for that door in your mind.
To leave the world behind.
The door is locked with chains.
And this room is filled with pain.
You need someone's guidance.
Cause your cries are in silence.
You beg for relief.
While you stand in your belief.
However he won't go.
Cause he is the one who knows.
For every minute you will feel.
This pain is just too real...
It seems to provide at least a small amount of comfort and cathartic relief to write about things that torment us. You have expressed yourself and what you're experiencing in a tragic yet poetic voice. Good job, my friend.
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