They lock us up and we're unclear. It didn't take long for our souls to appear. Our bodies are broken and we can't hear. And now they aren't moving so how do we steer. The breaks are broken and the doors open fear. We're locked inside this devils room. It's not yet crashing but it will soon, and we want to get out but the words that they say, Put us together like our bodies of clay. We are controlled by our minds placed in our heads, in this body of what we are that we have learned to bend. Back a forth from beginning to end. This clay isn't perfect but what we have is what we get.
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Sorry this one is pretty short and I realize I'm putting it up later then I usually do. I've been kinda busy all day so I'm kinda just out of it today I guess. Hope you enjoy? Have phun reading? Ok yup I'm just going to leave it there. -Maya
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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.
