Nightmares from my early years,
haunting never wanting to disappear,
I never share but they leak as tears,
disguised from peers, in the form of cheers,
now it’s 1 am I meet them again,
drown out their voices with a bottle gin,
but the noise still rises,
No mute in my horizon,
Only a knife that knows I am frightened (Let me take care of you)
I am stressing fretting the past,
eyes so sharp, they cut through the mask,
and I’m left with, the one I don’t mess with,
hides in his lies keep light so neglected,
disrespected, whatever connected,
so affected I see no exit, (Come to me)
so this knife I hold,
give the life I’m owed,
Need to right my soul,
I just want control,