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