My own lovely hell

They’ve put me on a chair
Somewhere, blindfolded in the open sun
It seems somewhat unfair
They don’t care

Scorched, I withstand
Not able to understand
That in the end
No longer can I pretend

I escape to this place in my head
My own lovely hell
Just like before,
It’s where I prefer to dwell

Telling myself that I’ll be okay
Because someday
I might somehow
Find somebody

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