Monday, October 17, 2011

No Where

No where to run.
No where to hide
I'm stuck in the middle.
With no one to confide.

I'm being pulled.
From side to side.
But nobody wants to hear.
The story I hide.

A story hidden.
By masked fear.
Slithering down my cheek.
With my eyes' final tear.
I hold my breath.
In desperation.
To hide my.
Sick obsession.
Of running away.
And never turning back.
No destination.
Just pitch black.
So here I stand
Lost in thought.
Of my parents.
Evil plot

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