Giving your all yet somehow, you're the one that has to fall.
Is it them? Or is it you? There are only so many few.
Please tell me that somehow, somewhere, there is a curfew?
He hurts you subtly so you cannot see.
Those who care, just want to give you the key.
"DANGER!" is what your mind seems to scream.
But your delicate heart is trapped behind a course, brutal screen.
Unaware, and unseen...
Which way is out?
Is it possible I can bring myself to shout?
Each step towards my escape,
I gain more bruises, scrapes and pain.
What is the cost to be free?
I don't want to be continually shoved down to my knees.
If I stay, I will surely die.
It is indeed my time to say goodbye.
I take a leap and pray I won't sprain....
Once I cross, and have endured the pain
I welcome this beautiful storm,
This downpour of rain.
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