A hunger that hurts you can't feed

Full bloom trapped in a seed

Buried beneath all the weeds

That have tangled up your mind

You tend to a crop you won't taste

A beautiful thing gone to waste

Angrily search for a place of peace

That you will never find

Throw your stones and they won't get in

Convince yourself that this is how you win

Running from the one you hate the most

On your heels, haunting like a ghost

And are you scared that you feel more at ease

When at struggle than when you're at peace?

I cut my ties the hatchets buried

Your weakness made me stronger

That anchors yours to carry

It'll drag me down no longer