Walking halls
Awaiting bells
Trapped inside this prison cell
It seems no matter what I do
there's no way to get through to you
Hearing screams
Looking for you
I wish I just knew what to do
and maybe I should ask for help
but I just wish that you could tell
I close my eyes
I scream and shout
But not a single peep comes out
I'm drowning in my own emotions
sinking to the floor of the ocean
I cover my ears
I yell so loud
No ones head turns in the crowd
Theres just so much I wish you knew
Theres so much I'll never tell you too
YOU ARE READING
If I Wrote It, It's Here
HumorPoem about things I don't know. Letter to people who aren't real. Thoughts about things I'll never have.
