my mind is a prison
and i am locked up
nothing is real
the room is a mess
perhaps i need a maid
guards patrol my jail cell
every night i curl up
knowing i spend infinite days here
in my head
the scratches on my wall
match my arms
i just want to feel again
my eyes glint with sorrow
they are hollow
there is nothing left to save here
YOU ARE READING
𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 ༄
Poetryfall brings the rain and the storms and i cry with the sky- completed (oct 2019)
