Sunday, 1 March 2015

a story, i wrote once when i was kind of depressed... it's title: Caged cages

Locked up bird, in a rusted cage
Cries on and on till it's voice is dead
I sit in this cage, with two other cages
Pointlessly and aimlessly
This cage is my room
My room that has me imprisoned
My room that made me want to die
Aimlessly getting up
And pointlessly falling asleep
My dreams
My stories
My emptiness
Are everything i have
But one day
One day i will say goodbye
And no one will ever hear..
My dying words

From this empty cage, trapping two more cages

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