Mango Happiness Project
I WILL DIE HERE
The walls seem to tell me lies, I am not sure if I exist outside of 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 actually hurts, I can feel the pain physically and mentally, you don't have to believe me, I know what I feel.
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 own personality, I live in a shadow of my former self. How will get out of here.
If I don't get out of here, I will die here.
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