Locked away Stories

I hear the voices in my headThey speak to me, wishing me deadA gun, a knife, or even some ropeBecause this life I live, is growing hard to copePain and suffering, torture and guiltCrimson tears, that I have spiltWaterfalls falling, from within my eyesOf wishes to be different, a human disguiseThey scream at me, voices so loudImpossible to hear my own, from inside the crowdMan, woman and child, they're all the sameThrough...

I felt locked away, in a room with no windows, no door, no escapePounding upon the padded walls, silent echoes of my screamsRainbow drops of tears sliding down my cheek, splashing upon the cold hard concrete floorWeary eyes drowning the sorrows of pain into darkness of sleep each nightLost in my own mind, of mazes and unforgiving torture of my own mistakesUntil that crack that appeared upon the wall, breaking wide for me...