The Storm

The storm that is inside me has broke free form its cage .

I have so meany doughts and I am so lost in this world of no hope but despar and pain .

The lies I get told is a everyday thing it hurts more then anyone would know.

The beatings are getting worse the me that I know is slowly fadeing into the unknown .

I cling on to the last thing I know and that is pain and the never ending storm that is inside me .

My past came up agan I tryed to talk about it but I got slaped in the face and kicked in the ribs .

What the hell am I spose to do in this world that I hate I am slowly loseing everything .

I scream in silence over and over agan untill my voice hurts and I cant even say a word.

I scream and this storm still rages on is there some way to get free from it is there some way to stop it ?

During the day I am me I smile and laugh so effortlessly hideing the storm behind a mask.

But at night its diffrent I take off the mask and let my self cry in the middle of the night .

The storm that is inside me will keep rageing on untill the day I am set free.

But for now the storm lives its my fears, my past and most of all my self dought ......