Lost!

by ryan   Aug 22, 2004


I live in a life of dismality. Will anything come out of living in this torture chamber. Day to day I walk in boredom.Depression is taking me over slowly but surely I will fall. I'm what they want half the time the other no where near it. It drives me senseless I just wanna be where I'm used to. I wanna go back to where I call home. It's a torture that I can't break free from and it's slowly killing me from the inside out.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Beowulf

    Whoever wrote this poem is sick, twisted, and half-mad....my compliments