I'm trapped in this glass box.
I can see everyone outside of the box but they can not see me.
I try to bang on the walls to get someone's attention, nothing.
They don't even notice me.
I try screaming as loud as I can , tears running down my tired face.
They don't even look in my direction.
How can they not see Me.
I'm falling apart in here.
As time goes on without anyone noticing me I find myself slowly loosing hope that I'll ever get out of this box.
Maybe this my life now.
The girl stuck in the glass box.
Also known as her depression.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoetryI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
