The walls tell me lies; I am unsure if I exist outside them anymore. Like a caged animal, I sit here inside myself, just wondering.
When I am done wondering, I start over again. The endless loop of misery, keeps me bound.
If it does not end soon, I will die here.
The cloud is heavy; it hurts; I can feel the pain physically and mentally; you don't have to believe me; I know what I think.
I see the people who pass, a blur of help, a taste of hope. It will take more than a mighty sword to save me; I will die here.
I am not sure what I am so sad about; I forget my personality and live in the shadow of my former self. How will I get out of here?
If I don't get out of here, I will die here.
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