I build my paper sanctuary
I read my way through hell
I scribble out the tears inside
And say that all is well.
I sing when i feel terrified
There’s sadness in my song
Though i deny that’s it’s in me
It’s been there all along
I raise the brush, depict a scene.
And watch the colors flow.
Like blood, the brush strokes rise and fall
Depicting deep sorrow
And so i read, i paint, i Sing
From me i want to flee
But deep inside my soul is strong
Determined to be free
So, i continue writing down
And painting silent screams
So that  One day,
I’ll sing and soar
And live the life of dreams



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