by Corne
put a life on hold for another's happiness
their time, smiles and success-what a bliss
if only it was their own
the reality of it all is an estranged heart, all alone
a fear of being set free
the need to know where to go, a key
hide away when it comes in, it is here
take a breath when there is only emptiness, no fear
here, there, wherever the finger snaps
function by blind feeling, like a colony of blind bats
scared of hitting wrong
never knowing where to belong
turn a head and look through a blind eye
the only help lies in a far away blue sky
strengths get broken down
wearing unhappiness and hate as a gown
craving an empty sensation
supressing a frequent temptation
losing mind over wrong
leaving is the only way to stay strong
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