The past can be so.....diffrent from you present
Death's grip on Yesterday
I run faster and faster, but I just can’t seem to escape this alternate reality. I’m trapped in this labyrinth of mysteries. I learned not to care about anyone else but myself. Because the people I thought were once my friends turned out to be the devil out to consume me. Since I was young I got the short end of luck. Been slapped around like an un understood pet. I have the scares to remember those days. Memories to fear two by fours. On those sad when the kids went out to play, I was locked in my room until my bruises and wounds healed. From this I created my own world. A place were all my secrets were known to all. A place were fears were only found in fairy tails. But all good things had to come to an end. Like all stories they have there own share of monsters creeping in the shadows. Slowly ripping me apart from the inside. From this I have become trapped, unable to escape a reality I altered. Such a past has made my skin tougher, making me able to resist pain easier, but made my heart weaker. How can I become free if I already lost my self in my own head?
I run faster and faster, but I just can’t seem to escape this alternate reality. I’m trapped in this labyrinth of mysteries. I learned not to care about anyone else but myself. Because the people I thought were once my friends turned out to be the devil out to consume me. Since I was young I got the short end of luck. Been slapped around like an un understood pet. I have the scares to remember those days. Memories to fear two by fours. On those sad when the kids went out to play, I was locked in my room until my bruises and wounds healed. From this I created my own world. A place were all my secrets were known to all. A place were fears were only found in fairy tails. But all good things had to come to an end. Like all stories they have there own share of monsters creeping in the shadows. Slowly ripping me apart from the inside. From this I have become trapped, unable to escape a reality I altered. Such a past has made my skin tougher, making me able to resist pain easier, but made my heart weaker. How can I become free if I already lost my self in my own head?