My Secret Hell on Earth

April 22, 2008
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I don't want to sit here in this desk in this classroom on this Tuesday

I don't want to listen to this teacher in this desk in this classroom on this Tuesday

When I am here I feel alone and no memory or thoughts will set me free I'm drowning in my own insicurities
nothing sets me free

I'm a wild bird
with a broken soul
stuck in a darken bared cage
my spirit is broken in me
nothing sets me free
no happyness follows me


I don't want to be here in this classroom
where people talk around me
Where I am truly alone

I wish I could fly away
but morals keep me caged
morals make me stay

I just sit in my depression
Wishing I could dissapear to the darkest corner some where inside myself

I tilt my head up to see the blue sky
and the riseing sun
but I only see a ceiling in return

I sigh frequently when I'm here
wishing I could shout,scream,yell
but stuck being shy,quite,and to myself

I guess sitting in this desk
in this classroom
on this Tuesday
is my secret hell on earth
but hell won't set me free
I guess this room is hell enough for me





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