We're all just waiting,
Here for a better life.
Standing like statues,
Frozen in time.
When we should be running,
Until we can escape.
We have to keep trying,
To break through the gate.
Otherwise, nothing gets better,
Nothing will change in this cell.
We got to try to succeed,
If we want to escape this hell.
Because if we continue,
Like statues, frozen in time.
Things can't change at all,
if we never try for a better life
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A Cry For Help
ПоэзияAll of my "Wonderful" poems, based around suicide and other ideologically sensitive topics, as well as poems about depression, anxiety, and self doubt.
