Stuck Inside The Pages
Lately I've been pinned on the earth,
I once thought nothing could ever bind me.
I flew in ecstasy through the air
and everything was right, inside me.
I never had a care,
of being taken or concealed.
It was never going to happen to me, I told myself.
I was different from the others.
When I flew, I told myself I was free
and that I would always be that way.
Now I see I was wrong, and it hurts
because no one will try to find me.
I am stuck in this place that I will never escape,
and all I can think of is freedom, freedom to the forsaken.
Without a hero I will be lost,
stuck in this recurring nightmare that is now like the storybook of my life.
A savoir will never come, in shiny bronze plated guard.
And I will stay stuck in these pages forever.
If I am left in this cage of a body,
I figure no one will try to help.
The scars at my wrists that run to the lines on my legs,
Seem to shout at me to give up hope.
And my brain fights a battle of its own,
the turmoil seems too great to bear.
Do I have to bear it alone?
