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Do you ever feel like running
Ever feel like hiding
Ever feel like crying
Ever feel like sobbing
Do you ever feel like fighting
Ever feel like killing
Ever feel like injuring
Ever feel like hurting
Do you ever want to just make it end
To make it stop
To make it quit
To make it cease
Do you ever feel like hating
Like loathing
Like disliking
Like abhorring
Do you ever want to fly away
Flee the scene
Deport from the area
Export oneself from the country
Well, I do, and so much more too
Ever feel like hiding
Ever feel like crying
Ever feel like sobbing
Do you ever feel like fighting
Ever feel like killing
Ever feel like injuring
Ever feel like hurting
Do you ever want to just make it end
To make it stop
To make it quit
To make it cease
Do you ever feel like hating
Like loathing
Like disliking
Like abhorring
Do you ever want to fly away
Flee the scene
Deport from the area
Export oneself from the country
Well, I do, and so much more too
Category Poetry / All
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File Size 10 kB
Do you ever feel like no one cares
No one who'll listen
No one to heal the wounds you've been hiding
No one who'll be there
Do you ever wonder what it's like
To be released from the chains of life
Free to fly anywhere in the dead of night
Unbound, chains broken, without reason to fight
Do you ever think 'What's ahead?'
When all you feel inside is dead
Nothing to make you feel aught but dread
Nothing to keep you attached to some bed
Do you ever question 'Who'd miss me?'
If you vanished, into the sea
Never again for the living to see
Is all you see shadows, no harmony?
No one who'll listen
No one to heal the wounds you've been hiding
No one who'll be there
Do you ever wonder what it's like
To be released from the chains of life
Free to fly anywhere in the dead of night
Unbound, chains broken, without reason to fight
Do you ever think 'What's ahead?'
When all you feel inside is dead
Nothing to make you feel aught but dread
Nothing to keep you attached to some bed
Do you ever question 'Who'd miss me?'
If you vanished, into the sea
Never again for the living to see
Is all you see shadows, no harmony?
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