Room

by Risa   Apr 30, 2006


The dark room,
Gets smaller and smaller,
Soon I wont be able to move,
But no one cares.

I now can feel the wall pushing me to sand,
I am stuck in a crack,
All my friends sit and say "who is that person dieing??",
My heart breaks and my world dies when I here thoughs words,
Now I cant breath...

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