The endless sleep, the endless night
Why are these things you all try to fight?
Why fight to have me by your side
When you can clearly see it causes me to cry
Cry out in pain, in agony, in fear
All because you want to keep me near
They say the truth sets you free,
But here you are still clinging to me
What's wrong with learning to fly,
Off a cliff, in the sky?
The sky is so pretty and pure
The perfect thing to be my cure
But, you grab my arm and say 'stay',
But you don't see that I'm the one who will pay
But, if you let me fall
You can hear my final call
Of letting go of the torture, the pain
Of being free from my bane
Now I finally wish to flee
Please, won't you set me free?
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
