Walls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
i was also depressed when i wrote this one.

Submitted: June 06, 2008

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Sitting on a rusty metal bench something smells like a distinguished stench. I wait for my time to come my heart beating like a loud pitched drum. Blood coming from my eyes instead of tears I should've hid cause now he knows my darkest fears. Remembrance of sitting in a padded room hoping to get out real soon. Chewing my way out of these walls soon I'll be dead and the darkness falls.


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