I don't want to be here anymore,
stuck trapped behind these locked doors.
Feeling trapped in my own head;
working overtime, it won't lay to rest.
I'm thinking things I've never thought before,
I'm reaching out, opening up the bad doors.
They say, things will get better,
but I'm in too deep, I need a pacesetter.
Need help to slow back down,
need help to find a new sound.
Help to find that peace of mind,
to find people of my own kind.
With all the feelings that I have felt,
heres the final plea for help.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
