Stuck in a dark box
With nowhere and
Nothing
To do.
My hands and legs
Are restrained,
But my mind runs
Free.
What is there
To do anymore?
What is there
But an escape from
Reality
As the only option?
I’m tired and exhausted,
Sobs stifled,
Overwhelming feelings,
But i am dead already.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC
Stuck in a dark box
With nowhere and
Nothing
To do.
My hands and legs
Are restrained,
But my mind runs
Free.
What is there
To do anymore?
What is there
But an escape from
Reality
As the only option?
I’m tired and exhausted,
Sobs stifled,
Overwhelming feelings,
But i am dead already.
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