My sanity is striped away
With every word you say
Tell me I will be okay
That the world will not alway be gray
Standing under an archway
I've been lead a stray
By the lies you lay
I hope for it to end, no I pray
But to my dismay
I stay
I'm alone all the way
Don't ask me to obey
I need an escape-way
To survive every day
And the people who think I'm clay
I walk away
I can't stand to stay
Drowning in the bay
But even though I disobey
PLEASE ASK ME IF I'M OKAY
YOU ARE READING
If I asked for help...
PoesíaTrigger warning Some sad poems I wrote I suck at titles All the pictures are mine
