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just something that came to mind when my sorrow overcame me and i was feeling locked in a box and couldn't do anything to get out.

Submitted:Sep 26, 2011    Reads: 22    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

I feel as if I mean a complete nothingness. I've shed a lot of tears and blood.

Cutting my delicate skin doesn't help. What can help me anymore?

I feel all my life is a maze and I can't be let out.

Somtimes while I'm in the dark I scream for help.

Nobody ever helps me. Only way for someone to let me out is...

There is no way out. Once I got here I'm never aloud out again.

Since you'e reading this last messsage from me I have one thing to ask.


And if you don't wanna help and let me out I'll be gone next time you want me.

I'll have shed all of my tears and blood.

So do me a favor, and help. Let Me Out.

And if you're too selfish let me die. Don't cry when you want or need me because it'll be you're fault.

And now that I'm dead I only had three words left to say.






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