I'm going crazy.
Can no one see?
That I want to escape,
Out of this world of greed.
Can no one hear me?
Crying myself to sleep,
Wishing an angel would take me away.
Can no one hear my desperate cries for help?
Hoping that there is something worth living for,
Thinking of how I die more and more on the inside,
Everyday.
Does no one understand?
That a smile hides pain,
But that doesn't mean,
It isn't there.
I'm going crazy.
There is no escape.
The angels don't listen.
Desperate cries go unnoticed.
There isn't much worth living for.
When you die inside every day,
And the feeling never goes away,
You realize,
That you,
Are crazy.

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Feelings
PoezjaJust a collection of poems, maybe a few short stories, and a couple rants...