He left me here
Lying on the cold ground
My vision isn't clear
And I can barely hear a sound
Is this my end?
Will I finally be free?
The voices in my head
Are the only ones supporting me
They tell me to let go
To let death take me away
My pain I can no longer show
I guess this is my final day
I went completely numb
I saw a bright light
The torture was finally done
I was gone, away from his sight
(This poem is about this story I read about this girl who was captured and turned into a living puppet. She was pretty much tortured to death, and was so damn happy she was soon going to be dead, cause it mean she'd be free. Morbid but really interesting.)
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My Escape
RandomThis book is about how I escape... With writing poetry, short stories, and drawing. This book will mostly be full of my poetry though. I hope y'all like it.
