Childhood has been troublesome, enclosed within one road.
Years of my life, years to be spent in making memories, spent in wiping off tears.
Tears and a heavy heart given by a known.
Submissive as I was, yet so strong.
Years of battling against a voiceless fight, with wounds deep inside.
Open me up if you can,
I have enough to fill up the ocean,
Not enough for you to seek in one lifetime.
Down the beach I'll go,
In a quest to find answers for my breaking soul.
This agony, this anxiety of this little freedom
To be taken away someday keeps me up in moonlight.
Home is not where I want to be.
Suffocated for so long, like I need permission to breathe.
Walking out in the sun, keeping within me a fear unknown.
In writing do I feel some solitude.
Often do I wonder about the calmness of the sea.
The noise inside my abode, overthrown by the waves of the Atlantic.
I will set sail in a ship, a ship to take away my misery.
Misery of a troublesome childhood.
Break free, free from the chaos.
Justice is what I seek.
In times of me being a hopeless psychopath, I dance.
Dance like I could kill.
Behind a happy face millions of dead roses you'll see.
It will take a lifetime fixing what is gone.
Blame the Godly father from heavens above.
Bring me happiness from deep within.
I am dying soon,
Let me look at the setting sun by the beach.
Let the sun rays make me look yellow.
Let me find peace amidst this misery.