I'm binded in my own little world,
The chains and cuffs made by my own mind.
I'm trapped within the sadness caused
By everyone I know. All my so called "friends",
My plastic family,
They hurt me for satisfaction
Of seeing someone fall.
But when you've fallen as far as I have,
You can only go up.
So I as you starnger, can you help?
Help my out of my grave?
My hands are bleeding. My feet are swolen.
I can no longer hold my head up.
I feel I'm coming. Yeah, it's the end.
No longer will this sadness last.
No more falling, and with one cut,
Just one cut,
All my world, my evil world,
Will come to an end.
My chains, loosened.
My cuffs free my hands,
And my body goes linp slowly,
My eyes close and what was left of my soul
Sinks out slowly
As I breathe my last breath. |
Submission Name: Binded
