
A little piece linked with depression and hiding from the world. One of my older pieces.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 164 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-10-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2931403
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Battlefield:
Who is on my side?
What wrong
Has anyone done
To deserve me?
I have hurt myself, more than you can know
Yet i'm still here, holding out for a hero
To save me
From myself
From the pain and fear
The hatred and sorrow
The loss and hurt
Trapped inside
I am forced to be 'me'
Even though
That's not who i am
The war i'm in
Is my own.
The enemy
Is myself
Yet i'm still here, holding out for a hero
My silent self
Cries out
For help
But no one listens
I am a lost cause
And unless
You are truly prepared
You must escape
I am losing control
As the illusion
Of my life
Falls apart
Yet i'm still here, holding out for a hero
Then the illusion
Of 'me'
Shatters
And i stand before you
My true self
And i'm still here
Teaching out for my hero
And they for me.
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