Here in a dim room
I watch the red door close
No matter how hard I tried to run as it opens,
The chains that surround me shouts and rebel.
I cried and cried for many nights
Until my tears wont respond anymore
Voices tell me to stay where I am,
I can never go back to the home I knew before...
I want to break free and run fast,
Try to outrun my shadow , until I'm out at last
I had two options to die and live
How I wish I could choose death,
Than live like this.
( For you who sometimes choose to die than live.)
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"Feelings of the Heart" ( A Book of Poems)
PoetryEmotions of the heart. Feelings. We all have it. But sometimes we just choose not to remember we have a heart. This is a book of your life. My life. Compiled into poems.
