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Dec 2013
I have died time and time again
Just trying to escape
These four walls that have
Trapped me.
Abused me.
Mocked me.
Ignored me.
The beds of my nails are
Crusted with crimson
From the endless
Scratching.
Biting.
Fighting.
Igniting.
I cannot bear it
I will not bear it
Yet I am still here
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
I hear them calling,
Calling out names
Names I do not remember
Or speak of.
Or know of.
Or hear of.
Or fear of.
The time has come for
A change in scenery
And perhaps company; if only
Wall 1
Wall 2
Wall 3
Wall 4
Were not in the way.
But they are so
Here I stay.
~~~
Writhing in agony
I sit here in utter
Silence.
Screaming out words
That no one hears
Just to let them out
Because I cannot hold them in
Any longer.
You will not see me anymore;
I am leaving this world.
I don't care if I have to break
Every
Bone
In
My
Body,
I am getting out.
You hear that?
I AM GETTING OUT.
Tori G
Written by
Tori G  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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