Trapped

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This small town is going to be the death of me
I feel nothing here anymore, nothing but trapped
I need to get away, but how do I do that
Everyone is holding me back

Planting their own ideas as to what they feel will be good for me
But how do they know, how do they truly know
I bet if they felt the way I do they would all understand
Why I do what I do

Why there are scars all over my body
I get sick when I see what I do to myself
But it’s my only escape, even if just for a little

Some people turn to drinking or smoking
Not me, I don’t see the point in those
They can mess up your body
Saying that makes me a hypocrite though

Leaving these scars on my body mess it up
But to me its more meaningful
Each scar tells it’s own story
I remember why each one is there

It reminds me that I am broken inside
And that one day I need to be fixed
But that’s not going to happen
As long as I am here in this town

As I look at my scars I think about ways
Ways to leave this place
Sure there will people I will miss
But this place just is not healthy for me

I hope everyone will understand when I leave
That they won’t hate me, that’d kill me
But I want them to understand that I need to get away