I Bet You Wish, That You Knew

by Emily Wacker   Oct 29, 2015


There must be an escape,
up, down, left, right,
there is no exit, or entrance to a new place,
nothing but the darkest deep blackness that surrounds you
you feel like nothing but wasted space,
this place in which you are trapped, is your thoughts and feelings,
that at the end of the day drown you out into that darkness,
people think that once you die you are done and over with,
but you just live through either eternal life or eternal hell,
you thought that your life was a living hell then,
go and live what you compared your life to,
but the thing is, from there-there is no turnaround and be happy again,
it's a long and painstaking hell forever.

Copyright: Emily Wacker

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