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This is one I wrote a couple of years ago:
WOUNDED
I've lead a life in a porcelain shell
Thought I was safe, far away from this hell
Then my life changed and the cracks appeared
My shelter broke and the sharves cut my flesh
Now I am wounded
And injured by delay
I feel so helpless
I'm drifting away
I look at you with two different eyes
One blinks with truth and one blinks with lies
I know it's not as bad as it seems
But I can't help all the fear in this mind
'Cause I am wounded
And injured by delay
I remain helpless
I'm drifting away
So what is left
What was never there that should have been?
Is there a point
A point for me to go
And if there is how should I know?
The answer's right here in my head
I feel it pounding kicking screaming
Bleeding 'cause of all it's been through
Held back, misguided, numbed and sore
With the pain I feel
It's calling me, it's calling you
In a desperate attempt to be noticed
One day
..One day..
Wish I wasn't wounded
So I wouldn't have to pay
The price of being helpless
Then I could be just on my way