Listening to: Pretty Girls Make Graves-All medicated geniuses
Feeling: emotional
I've decided to put a poem on here (yes how Emo of me...)
I sit on the floor
Wondering, Wishing Hoping
That someone unchains me from
the shackles that bind me to this
this floor, this house, this life
Unshackled and Unbound
to be free and soar away
like an angry bird
kept in a cage for too long
I have books
but what use is knowledge
with no one to share it with
As I sit silently screaming
tearing my hair out with my bound hands
escaping through the window in my mind
I hope for someone to save me
Is anyone strong enough to withstand
the fire hot heat I radiate?
Someone out there who's stronger than me?
I wish there were, but I know in my soul there isnt.
So I sit for all eternity
Shackled to the floor with the imaginary chains that bind me.
m/