Inclosed I felt
On the concrete I knelt
Covering my ears
Everything flowing from over the years
Sharp pains gnawing on my veins
All wrapped in chains
They're trying to keep me in a cage!
Burning flesh yet covered with sage
I'm next.
Tears streaming down my neck
Dripping on my skin
Scrapes all across my chin
The walls are closing
The sun no longer risen
Sitting in the corner
My body feels like a foreigner
I look in the mirror and see a stranger
Am I in danger?
What have I done?
Why am I here?
I fall back, breathing in the smell of rust
I look to the left in a pile of dust
There lye a revolver
Seems like the only problem solver
I put it towards my temple and looked to God and whispered "I hope no one's life will ever be this hard" before I simply pulled the trigger.
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PoetryHello lovelies!! THIS IS NOT A STORY They are my own poems. Everyday I will post a new poem. They will range from variety of moods or feelings. My poems are not all about me!! They're taken from prospective of other lives. I hope you guys enjoy :) ...
