Breaking Free

It ain't so easy, it may seem so,
You're left hoping it had been so.
The ways you've been,
the lot that you've seen,
practices that've been followed,
you, followed, hallowed, hollowed,
scars that you thought would heal,
trails, traces, that to you does squeal.
Your accquaintances that keep bound,
all this, strange it may sound.
But, it wrenches your gut,
you like your mind to shut,
everything looks like eating you,
comforts are rare, to clutch a few.
Hearts broken to pieces here,
names torn to shreds there.
It takes guts, to break free,
to be silent and set free,
not be all wheasy and queasy,
cause, Breaking Free, it ain't easy.