"The devil lives down the end of my hallway, next to the front door. He doesn't let me leave and binds me to the walls inside my house. I have no voice left to scream for help and no more tears to shed. My body is laying on the carpet, bruised and battered, pain flowing through my veins. When will this nightmare end, when will I see the light from outside the door, when will I be free? Instead I just lay here, feeling the darkness consume me, as I am being eaten alive."
Picture this:
You have woken up to find yourself in a dimly lit room. You are on the floor with only a thin fabric dress on. You are cold and can not move. The sound of electricity fills your ears as you try to get your bearings. You feel trapped and suffocated. There is no way out.
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Some thoughts i have but will never say
PoetryMy thoughts becoming crowded and feelings hard to describe, the comfort of being able to express my emotions in words allows me to disconnect from the absurd world we are living in and to create one of my own. Quotes written by me in order to let ou...
