In diguise

hiding from myself, my dark and lonely soul
the real me placed on a shelf
tired of broken promises, but i can't help the circumstances
that make you who you are, and so far
we've been through hell, slowing breaking the shell
the agonizing pain, like the blood i smell

tired of sleepless nights, crazy fights
that go nowhere, i have no emotions to spare, i lack the ability to care and you are my deepest fear,
tired of the hurt, where is all the intimacy you speak of?
all i want is to love and be loved,

My only speaks the hidden, the truth is weak and sick; bedridden
my sins forgiven, i trod towards you,
my pride in my hands as my spirit demands..
attention.