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by Sildaekar Aug 16, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As I walk, Through the halls, I see nothing but, Four enclosing walls. I cannot move my arms, I have lost my sight, Being blinded by the, Room's white light. I look around the area, As they throw me in the room, Crawling around on the floor, I wish to face my doom. The light is turned out, The door is locked, I have no more faith, my soul has been shot. This is were I have been, For 16 long years, Shrouded in my loneliness, Surrounded by my fears.
by JodiieBaybeh
wow great poem