Stealing

by V U L N E R A B L E   Feb 18, 2008


The room was dark
and cold and empty.
THe space was small
and air was musty.
The walls were closing
around her mind,
as she held her
breath to ease the pain.
She felt trapped in
her own sick mind.
Her world was crashing
her head was pounding,
from all the shit
the people added.
Her lungs were collasping,
as the room constricted
around her body.
HOlding her tightly and
stealing her life away.
She was helpless and
taunted by decisions made
at the end of the day.
Then, She lost herself.

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