I want to scream at the top of my lungs
but it seems to always stop right at the tip of my tongue
I want to rip off every strand of hair from my skull
as each day gets progressively more dull
I want to shove my angry fist into the wall
because I feel like an empty soulless doll
I want to slam shut my door
as happiness starts to feel like some mythical lore
I want to scribble down the ocean of words clogging up my soul
but I can't and I just feel like my life is a gaping meaningless hole
I want to feel something
other than like I have clipped wings.
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Whispers From A Caged Bird
PoezjaJust some poems from one trapped soul to another. IMPORTANT: Since my words are already censored in real life, I will not be censoring them here. I made the rating for everyone but beware, their will be mentions of some dark topics that may trigge...