Enclosed in these the walls
I've built up around myself,
Meant not to keep others out,
But to protect what little of me is left,
Just trying to stay alive.
But oh how trapped I feel,
In this unending prison
Of brick and mortar,
Unable to escape,
As the walls close in around me,
Oh so high.
Help me. I can't breathe.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Hidden Thoughts
PoesíaJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
