Demons keep calling me
But I'm not answering
Doors are opening
But I'm not entering
I'm stuck, I'm locked down
There's no place for me to move
I see no roads
No way out to take off my loads
Noise in my head
Maybe I'm better off dead
Whispering all around me
I guess I won't be free
Thoughts flood my mind
None of them are kind
Wishing for a way out
Only to find doubt
I think I can't go on like this
Maybe I'm not someone to miss
If I leave this place
There's only death to chase
So I close my eyes and let go
I wanted a good life just so you know
Thinking of the life I wanted
Please save me I shouted
Screaming inside like always
And then the end begins... The haze....
-ilykimchi
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Trapped
PoetryWhat's the point of life? Our parents want us to be a honours student And not have fun They tell us to be smart So we can have money and live a normal life But we die Don't we? Wats the point? Not everyone makes history Nor are we all missed...
