Fighting It All (acrostic)

by Black Heart Still Beating

Fly through my mind with me.
if you wouldn't mind,
getting up and seeing what I see.
hit after hit my mind makes me take
the blood drips down though no one can see.
its only in my mind
nothing to run from, yet I still run
getting no where fast its never fun.

It all seems so pointless
this thing I try to hide.

All around my mind I fly free
life is so pointless lets all know.
lets all eccept that we try to hide out true nature.

Submission date : 2009-11-03

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