Storm

Storm with clouds so black
Lift me with winds of your own.
So I never have to come back
to this place called home.

This is a prison hell.
Where nobody cares.
I sit in my prison cell
Sick of having tears to share.

the promises are always broken.
But no dares to tell.
Nothing but windows seem open.
No one would notice if you fell.

They wouldn't even blink
If I were to leave.
If I were to shrink
They would never believe.

My brain keeps screaming
I need a place of my own.
I keep on dreaming,
The wind will take me home.

*tell me whatcha think plz!