I’m living in the prison of my own head.
Tormented by the demons I myself fed.
This excruciation, I should’ve been dead.
I just want to be free again.
I’ve got to hide my tears for I’m the clown.
My head’s been under water for long now.
In deep waters, yet I feel I’m burning down.
I just want to breathe again.
I’m not your gift, I’m a wrapper.
No, I don’t really matter.
But out of a peaceful death or a painful life, I’ll take the latter.
I just want to feel alive again.
I’m a soldier in a war zone.
I’ve survived a bullet and two broken bones.
But my country will win before I get home.
I just want to be victorious again.
I’m walking down this long night.
Stumbling at every point of my life.
But I’m not staying down without a fight.
I just want to get back up again.
© An Unknown Wanderer