Isolation

by Kristin   Oct 19, 2003


Isolated in deep thoughts that appear in my darkest hour,
They stack up so rapidly & undetected that they seem to tower.

Loosing myself that I can’t stand it anymore,
You’d think that my heart had broken or tore.

Trapped, alone, no way out of this prison cell,
How can I escape my own living Hell?

My soul within me has almost died out trying,
The only thing I have left is my eternal crying.

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