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The first time that I pushed those doors aside
and tasted that repressive, sterile air,
I knew that there was nowhere left to hide.
I'd rode the wave but could not beat the tide.
I was too tired to fight, too weak to care
the first time that I pushed those doors aside
and had to swallow much more than my pride,
with each new pill to tackle my despair
I knew that there was nowhere left to hide.
I'd tried self harm and failed at suicide,
Self medicated 'till I wasn't there.
So when I pushed those heavy doors aside,
(expecting to break down), instead I sighed
and sank as deep as hell into a chair,
knowing that there was nowhere left to hide
I sat there, head in hands, but never cried,
hoping that my mind could be repaired.
The first time that I pushed those doors aside
I knew that there was nowhere left to hide.
copyright 2013
Lee
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