Вершы: This Is Hell. Misfortunes. Without Closure.

You cant keep me here any longer
in spite of all your wishes
I've been imprisoned, but I'm breaking out
nevermore will i know this guilt I've carried
for trying to find a comforting moment
a reprieve from the somber onslaught
thats always following, following me
while my obsessions held me hostage
shackled by old habits
self-doubts grip keeping me from seeing any other way
all the words i left unsaid
i know now are better kept
on a list of things