Live through the night .
Some days I don't feel alright .
A thousand times iv died,yearning to feel alive.
Emotional waves surround me , those that need to vent find me .
Enslaved by my sulken, I'm only human. Forget about the world that's filed with debate ,to survive another night will do whatever it takes .
Heart born out of clay as it grows it hardens , they ask why won't u open up, the answer is clear this is what happens when any form of moral pain confides within you , shortly you began to loose you . Done with being naive, only aim is to be complete .
With being complete one will be free . Free from the shadows that keep you company.
©johncal
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