Title: The end
by Hilary from Isle of Man | in writing, poetry
It's tonight. The end
Silence my old "friend"
For you will belong
If you stay strong
It comes, quickening its steps
My thoughts collect
As I try to recollect
My lost memories
People will know tonight
Of all the times I had to fight
All the times I wished I could take flight
But running is weak
Tonight you will hear me speak
Only the truth
It's the only proof
No photos of fake smiles
I was hurting all the while
Behind the mask
Behind the smile
Music my only escape
You will hear tonight
Tonight I will escape
Tonight I will hold back no more
Open the door
In which all the badness is stored
My own little shop of horrors
Little shop of pain
This is no game
No fun
Just fight or flight
Most of the time it was fight
Fight to survive
Hide from cruel eyes
The judgment
You will repent
All the time spent
Making my life
All trouble and strife
All my life
Tonight i work to my light
i dont want to see my life
Everything i had to hide
It's tonight.THe end
© Copy right 2008 all rights reserved Hilary Brennock
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