Treasure Island

Tiana AllSmiles


Fear


I Try Everyday
To Face My Fear
But I Can't Help
It My Fear Is
Not Something
That Everybody
Would Understand
Nobody Gets It
I Cry In A Corner
I'm Scared To Go
To Sleep Because I
Know Someone Is Watching
Me As I Lay In Bed I
Pray That He Would Take This Fear
Away I Wanted To Fight This Fear
But My Fear Is Around Me I
See Him At Night
He's In My Basement
He Hears Every Thing
Can Someone Help Me
I Can't Cry
I Can't Fight
I Can't Run
I Can Pray
And Face My Fear
He Saw Me I'm Trapped
Here No One Can Hear Me
They Call My Name
They Call My Phone
They Found A Shoe
I'm Underground In This Hole
In This Dark Place
I Can't See My Shadow
There's No Way I Can Get Out
Can Somebody Save Me And Get Me
Some Help? !

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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