There's a will to live and then there's me. Someone stuck in a room locked in with no key. And they can't breath they can't see and this world around is not free. Bring it back or just tell me, I know that I'm crazy. I can't anymore, I really can't bare, the way they talk, the way they just stare,The way they walk, the way they don't care. The people in here have never breathed air. I feel awake but I'm not this world is where I rot. Deprived of soul, I've lost a whole lot. And I see the darkness but I'm not as afraid, This time I will, I have to, invade. Don't pity me I know I'm far from your mind, but you know I'm here so don't block me out this time. They look at me, they judge and I have to fear. The demons puppets are begging for tears.
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Words We Can't Say
PoetryA collection of poems for the voices that go unheard. -WARNING- Some of these poems may touch on subjects involving depression, anxiety and other things you may not be comfortable with.
