My Haunting Misery. As I sit here thinking All the voices in my head spinning. A part of me I dont understand Comes out from underneath and grabs my hand; Pulling me down down and plumetting until I hit the bottom of my haunting Despair and misery. Why does my past have to haunt me Haunt me in a way i cannot express? I cant take much more of this This is not how my mind rests. Rest is what I need to help me see clearer; Clearer than I have ever seen before. My eyes are hurting now; I've cried more than I ever have before. Still cannot express my feelings for other people to understand. I do not want their sympathy, Knowing that their thoughts will always be with me. Why cant they just let me break free? Let me live my life as I want to lead. All this pressure is ganging up on me Swallowing me whole, not letting me go. If only I could go back to the past And stop the things that would have an effect on me; The everlast. That fateful day still haunts me, Fresh in my mind. I sit here trying to find a way out, But that escape is just to far way from me. I dont deserve to be set free from my haunting misery.
Okay, I'll take back my comment! I'll say this one wasn't as obvious as Gan's , but I felt an odd similarity with the theme of it.