Sadly as the day turns to night.
Nothing seems right.
Nothing I say is ever heard.
Unless it's the a negative remark.
The selective listener will always prey.
Pick out the bad things and rant on all day.
Till the last bit of my soul is drained
My brain is unable to process the high levels of pain.
I want to fade fast away.
Pick up the pieces and head out to the places I used to go.
Until the day I got tangled up with these people I knew and the rest is is pretty clear
I'm locked up in here from the fear of being taunted for years, with miserable threats and warnings, that I have had to adhere.
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