Scattered Thoughts

Random bits I put together to make a poem

Your heart is cold, your eyes don't see

That ever so slowly you're smothering me

Does it hurt you to know that you're hurting me?

What can I do to escape this hell

To break out of my trapping shell

I dream that one day

I can just fly away

I'd give my life just to feel alive...

What would you give?

I'm not immortal

I cry and I bleed

And I die.

Just like you.

You're not alone.

(Don't you believe that happiness is freedom?)

The End

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