2004-06-14 08:51:50 (GMT)

Trying to escape from the fact
That I will always be a prisoner
Of my phantoms
Holding my breaths with its fest
Can not shut the doors
And escape from others
No matter how I try
I never gain what I’ve called during all my life
I just want relief and happiness
But I guess that’s impossible to reach
Is it too much to ask?
You think that your life is miserable?
Terrible, hideous and impossible to continue in?
Then what do you call mine?
Can’t touch the sky
Can’t touch your heart

Can’t understand what’s going on
 Tried to understand it
Tried to understand you
I raise my hands to that lost thing 
But what’s the use?
Eventually it will end up with failure
As usually
No matter how I try
No matter how I fight
No matter how I struggle
I gave up hope
I gave up faith
 Every time I gain wounds, pain and scars
I can’t face it
I can’t face it any more
And I’ve discover that there’s no way out



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