I get drunk in the empty tunes of music.
in search to find an escape In this box of feelings.
To no prevail I find myself drowning in my own thoughts and feelings,
screaming,
yelling for someone to save me.
But these walls are too thick.
And no one will know.
until I'm found dead.
YOU ARE READING
Beauty Lies Beneath.
PoesíaMy story doesn't need a description. My only words are this, " Interpret what you desire for I give no meaning. "
