Names Miaa


Trapped

As I stand alone looking outside my window,
my mind is pacing and my heart feels like a mourning widow,
my misery stares back at me as I see my reflection,
I feel like I'm cursed and left without a blessing.
Why am I trapped? Why am I hurt? Why does this pain makes me feel lower then dirt! Why am I trapped? Why can't I see, that little bright light that use to guide me, Why am I trapped? Here in the dark, where demons play and tug at your heart, I cried out to God and ask him WHY! Why am

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