Breaking Free

He hides secrets behind his locked door
Blaming everyone but himself
Reality is blurring
Illusions are controlling
Paranoia, insecurity, and anger
Are the voices in his head
Sleeping behind locked doors
So we can't see
What he does secretly
Exaggerated pain
One, two...five
Pills can take that away
Burn them, crush them
It doesn't matter their form
His excuse for leaving
Peaceful hours pass
It is fleeting
His new name
Angry landlords
Here comes another moving day
Why have we been dragged so far down?
Does he understand that word?
Giving up or breaking free?


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