Both hands broken and my only way out; a ladder of deadly thorns.
My eternal angel looks upon it all and can only mourn.
I'm lost inside and don't know what to do,
Maybe if I'm lucky I'll be saved by someone like you.
I'm not sure whether or not this is reality or just a dream,
Cause all I can hear is my endless screams.
Memories of the forgotten things I hate,
And the reoccurring emotions of the mistake.
Short and sweet this poem of defeat,
Someone help me get back on my feet.
