I am trapped in my whole room
Forgetting what it is like to step out
Should anyone see me here
Leave me here
I want to die just like when I was born
Filled with blood and ignorance
Can anyone hear me
Yes
Get me out of here
Why would you want that
Because no one told me I was alive
And did they tell you - you were dead
YOU ARE READING
English Is Not My Language
PoetryExclusively dedicated to depression and emptiness. Also, a bit of poetry.
