Courtney

The Up's and Down's
2005-02-17 21:20:45 (UTC)

Imaginary Cell

My mind is locked in a cell,
It's always been this way, I can never excel.

I'm so frustrated,
I feel as if I'm constantly hated.

I don't know what to do, don't know if anyone could help
me, I'm so confused,
And feel so used.

If I show weakness I'm bound for hell,
My soul is all I have to sell.

No one would want it,
It hardly exists because my sins have blackened it.

They've cut me into a million pieces only to find,
Black is the only kind.

Maybe my sins have paved my way to hell,
But it can't be worse than my mind's built up cell.




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