Here I am
Here I go
Trapped in a prison
That I just can’t describe
Nowhere to run
No one to hold
Lost in this place
Lost in my mind
Somewhere to know
With nowhere to go
Lost, trapped
Here in my hell
Open your eyes
But close off your soul
Shut yourself down
To build up your walls
Hide the cracks in your stone
Show no emotion
Shut out the world
Rise up from your self
Somewhere to know
With nowhere to go
Lost, trapped
Here in my hell
Rise above yourself
Kick out the world
Keep yourself moving
Keep yourself strong
Somewhere to know
With now where to go
Trapped in a prison
I just cant describe
Keep yourself
Moving
Keep yourself
Strong
Somewhere to go
With nowhere to know
Trapped in a hell
In a prison of my mind
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I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford2 days ago in Fiction
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