by Urban angel May 10, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Everyday of ma life i which to be rescued from this prison life. i feel like I'm trapped inside a box that crawls with emptiness and darkness. i look around to see if anyone was there but what's the point no one is ever here. i lay on the floor and scream for help. i wait for hour's and not a single person comes. whats the point of l life theres no one to talk to no one to cry on and definitely no one who would understand me. so i grabbed those pair of scissors and right then i was set free out from behind these prison walls. |
by This Is Me
I like your poem. It was good. I give u 4/5. I understand where your coming from though. |
by terry
AWESOME u truly have a gift with words |