Neil Adams

(19/01/94 / Belfast)

Hiding Whats True


Cut away the pain, smash your hand against the wall
Feeling of hope and happiness will truly fall
Clench your teeth, emotions fill your mind
Emotions of hate, anger whats there to leave behind?

The tears flood out as i sit in pain
I sit alone in the forsaken rain
Feeling of suicide is by my side
If only they knew, i was dead inside

I'm good at hiding whats true inside
But as they days grow old, i wish i hadn't lied
Its to much to handle I'm trapped inside
Trapped inside a lie, thats meant to die

I don't know what will happen or where my life will go
I'm stuck in my mind.. in a bottomless hole
I have no willpower, to get up and fight
But i go to sleep, hoping this is my last night

Submitted: Saturday, April 07, 2012

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