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Saddened
The silent way it grips me,
The troubles I've been through.
I try so hard to feel free,
Feel free just like you.
But who cares?
I am strong here.
This is my frame of mind.
And my whole life,
I'm finding out,
it's not real.
So, what is real,
I dont know.
I dont feel how I should.
My whole life, a riddle.
It weighs hard on my soul.
The troubles I've been through.
I try so hard to feel free,
Feel free just like you.
But who cares?
I am strong here.
This is my frame of mind.
And my whole life,
I'm finding out,
it's not real.
So, what is real,
I dont know.
I dont feel how I should.
My whole life, a riddle.
It weighs hard on my soul.
Published 1st Jul 2019
Author's Note
At 15 years old I wrote this song. Parents that dont care to know or understand the child they brought into this world.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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2nd Jul 2019 8:02pm
@my whole life, a riddle. It weighs hard on my soul< That line truly reverberated within my core
3rd Jul 2019 2:35am
