Trapped
Sometimes I feel trapped in this cask that has become my living grave.
I built it brick by brick with my own two hands and have become slave to its habits.
I don't know how the hell to climb out and I didn't think to make an escape route.
So I hide behind my tomb made of stone and pretend that
I want to be left alone.
A time bomb ticking waiting to explode
I AM TRAPPED
Trapped in this body; trapped in this soul
And this passion; this fire that I purposefully hold in
my heart is locked up
When what I really desire
Is to just open up; let it all pour out and diffuse itself
And scream to the world that I'm TIRED
I am not your superwoman. I'm a woman in stupor and I make mistakes too.
And I am here silently screaming, trying to tell you
I'd rather just kiss the sky and look back with a smile
instead of a worn frown on the day I die.
I want to feel close to another instead of always being
the one everyone thinks has been through so much and needs no one.
Little do they know that half the pain my heart holds hostage was caused
By my own actions and I've accepted that role.
My heart is bleeding onto the floor
Someone cauterize the source of the ache for I can't take no more
Lobotomize the source of the pain; it's throbbing through my veins and
I
CAN'T
CONTROL
THE
TEARS
But I need someone to hear me.
Someone to feel me and take me away from this crypt
That I've become decrepit in and make me feel alive again.
I WANT TO LET SOMEONE IN
Without getting lost in my own personal battles with
Reality and insecuriteis and what ifs.
But
Can they ease my pain and can they stop the walls from
Caving in and crashing down?
No one ever stays long enough to find out.
I want to let someone close
I really do...but....
I've been trapped so long I don't even think I want to be rescued
I'M TRAPPED
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