WHeN wIll iT sToP~`?`~

by woody   Oct 19, 2005


I can not see the real me
blocked from vision and ability to be free

from my heart my fears are pouring
its so common, its boring

someone speaks of him and I collapse
my heart races, flashbacks, crys then snap

out comes tears of rage and anger
thinking of him hurting my mom and putting us in danger

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