www.whyville.net Jan 27, 2013 Weekly Issue



Anionett
Whyville Poet

Trapped

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PANDEMIC
My thoughts keep tormenting me
Calling me horrible names
Stupid, worthless, never to be loved
I hate living this way
I want to stay in bed all day
To curl up in the dark
Lay there forever and never move
Until I finally starve
I want to pick up a pen and paper
To write down what I feel
But lately I feel nothing at all
I want to feel real
I want to put my headphones in
To listen at top volume
Drown out the thoughts that make me sad
Let music take up all the room
I want to sing until my lungs collapse
To be a beacon of noise
Every ear struck by melody
But I think I've lost my voice
I can't scream and I can't smile
I'm trapped inside my mind
Hiding only works for so long
I'll always end up shoved into the light

 

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