A Cold Home

January 7, 2008
No way
To leave
This cold world
Full of hate and doubt

Never seeing,
Always looking
For something unreal

Just thinking of a way
To fix what isn’t broken
Constant worry
About something that isn’t perfect

Being someone who you’re not
Acting like a fool
Just going on with life
A puzzle
With lost pieces

Just beyond the limit
Of emotional stress
Nowhere to run,
None to rescue you
When you’re in distress

Trapped in this place
Nowhere to go
No place
To call

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