Alone I sit, a prisoner to time
I try to find some way to be of use
My guilty conscience is not worth a dime
These silly games, they make my mind go loose
What shall I even try to do today?
Where to start when this work is more than piles
There is no point when one is locked away
My life before me measures less than miles
Such agony to be a girl like me,
One who cannot break from isolation
On bended knee, I ask to be set free
What will it take to find liberation?
While clocks tick by, the lonely hours pass
I wonder if these sorry feelings last
~S~
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PoetryA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
