Without A Trace

Why do I feel the way I do,
I wish I only knew.
My heart is at an ache,
My soul is about to break.
I want to go to some other place,
Never to be found,
To leave without a trace.
I want to be free,
Free as a bird.
God please help me,
I need to be herd.
I'm hurting inside,
Feeling the pain,
I'd rather be gone
Than to go insane.

 

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