The fear that breaths in my heart
Tears me slowly apartI can hardly breath
The panic flows up in my lungs
A word vomit is stuck to my tounge
I´m screaming in to the pillow, pain, pain
Over and again
I´m shaking, starring into the wall as I lay in my bed
I start to hit myself, try to bang the voices out of my head
They keep reminding me of everytime I´ve got hurt
Remind of every lie I´ve heared
I feel so weak and cold
So lonly and forgotten
I wish I was somewhere else
With someone to warm me
Hold me and comfort me
I hate being alone
I alway start to hear these voices
That remindes me of what I want to forget
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