My emotions are hidden, never to be seen or heard again.
I've locked them up, so I won't start to scream.
Won't somebody wake me from this dream?
Or would this be a nightmare?
To be honest I'm really scared.
I've locked my emotions in a little black box, covered in chains and locks.
My depression, my sadness, my fear, my madness,
I'e locked them up.
To keep me sane.
To save me from the pain.
What would happen if these locks should break?
Would I go on a insane rampage?
How would I protect myself from the pain?
Would I ever again be sane?
Could I ever lock them up again?
Would everything I've gone through begin again?
And if it did, would I I survive?
Or would I, should I die?
So, I warn you to hide, for the locks are weakening.
The chains are rattling.
The box is shaking.
How long will these emotions remain incarcerated?
I don't think I can take much more.
So, hide, because the locks are breaking.
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Call Me Suicidal (My Inner Thoughts)
PoesíaI have issues, and I'm not afraid to admit it. This is my attempt at poetry! *Read at your own risk* :D:
