I am at the edge of my sanity.
I have nerves screaming to be free.
Of the corrupt and sufficating place where my soul has been kept.
No way out. No one even understands to help.
I sink deeper into my void.
Invisible.
Tears wetting the pillow where my head has laid and slept.
I am sick of pretending and compromising.
I need to break free.
Or my insanity shall take it's control and **** the beauty that is me.
Is there a soul, who understands enough of me, to take a risk and join forces with me to bust out of this prison?
There must be.
For I have lost most of my vision.
Banging my head against the wall in restless hours.
Watching everyone else get their dues.
After all my loyalty, respect, and hard work....
Why must I be the one hidden away to be the wreck?
Which never deserves or has earned his repair?
Or are all other souls
much more value of to see the one who is dying there?