Trapped

Trapped

by a wall of enternal defeat...

Chocking

on pain and regret....

Hoping

it will all be complete then...

Exterminated

 

As if the is mental warfare hasn't been torture enough

I'm literally cring out...

Happiness

Hope

Feelings I never seem to prevoke

but the oppisite

Repel...Rebuke..

Silence is the best subsitute.

Asolid mask of nonchalant flavor that covers and contains

all the dangers of this pyschological asylum...

 

Trapped

by a wall of enternal defeat

Chocking

on pain and regret

Hoping

soon it will all

be complete

then

Exterminated...

This poem is about: 
Me

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