This poem describes my inner voice…
The thing i am turning into is called a freak
Wind is blowing and there’s a pleasant breeze
don’t ruin it by leaving me hanging from a tree
there’s nothing in my sight, nothing i can see
save me, save me, save me please
take me away from this slavery game
don’t leave me here, I’m on the wrong train
i want to play, don’t give me guns to spray
you don’t know what I suffer from, is harsh pain
I don’t want to be stuck in this jail frame
I cant even dream of being freed
Cuz I don’t know what this word even means
save me, save me, save me please
I am like a dog, my neck has a leash
Every thing is biting and stinging like fleas
I’m about to give up hope and I am on my knees
There’s nothing now left for me to believe
I am shivering and I’m about to freeze
Save me, save me, save me please

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