Wanderer (one of my REALLY bad poems)-still read tho
Her expression has faded,away from all sight.
It is stuck deep inside her and now unwilling to fight.
Not wanting to be here, only wanting to be gone.
Trying to escape from this life, gone so wrong.
She walks, crawls, drags herself alone
Trying to find freedom but this life is so long.
No escape, for they will perceive,
No suicide or way to leave.
Cannot disappear or just fly away;
No ounce of hope for here she must stay.
She wanders alone, going round and round.
She bleeds every minute,but never makes a sound.
Led every minute by these invisible strings,
As if a puppet, she's draged away from these things.
Tried to spread her wings,jump and take flight
But now is bound to the darkness, unable to fight.
I wrote that when i was 12............aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
I still feel this way.
I sit here crying, inside im dead, frozen stiff, and full of dread.