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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Comments (4)
  • sillycon on Feb 6, 2012

    :)

  • wowest on Feb 6, 2012

    awesome!

  • lenny on Feb 7, 2012

    This is great! :)

  • che guevara on Feb 15, 2012

    incredible

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