i write this to you in mourning.
i write this to you in a cage of rats and feeling.
i write this to you in a house that doesn't feel like home.
i write this to you in sorrow.
trapped, trapped, trapped.
i feel trapped.
i feel hollow.
i feel void.
i feel numb.
scarce, scarce, scarce.
i want to run.
i want to hide.
i want to shrivel up.
i want to pack up.
run, run, run.
when i go don't worry.
when i go don't fear.
when i go you must move on.
when i go you'll hear screaming.
why, why, why.
YOU ARE READING
reality
Poetryi stole this idea from my good friend, @The_Chosen_Demidork -go follow her now! anyways this is some "slam poetry" or my daily thoughts.
