When there is no way out 
and you feel  nothing 
when you feel so weak that you can’t shout
there is this strange feeling within
when you lie there sleeping deadly
and there is noone there to motivate
when you’re more than empty
everything’s beginning to rotate
when the feeling of joy is long forgotten
you’re just a body
your soul is rotten
sitting there with hands that bloody
regretting everything you’ve done
you don’t know why you killed this one
This poem is about: 
Our world


Holden Van Housen

This is pretty legit. 


Thanks :) 

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