Have you ever asked yourself
"when will I get out of this shelf?"
"when will i be free from feeling like an elf?"
or "when will God send me help?"
I've been crying ocean in my tiny bed
and im drowning in my own tears
I'm imprisoned behind bars
and tied with my own scars.
Please help me find my way out
or I'll just stay here, waiting to free from doubt.
YOU ARE READING
The unsaid poems
Puisi" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
