imprisoned
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Heart wrecked, mind dead
I think I might’ve misread
Now it left me to bleed,
My feelings mislead,
And I’ve tried to flee
So i can be freed
Im in a prison.
Not a real one, but one of your creation.
I try to bust through the bars
but I can not.
Although it used to be a lot worse.
I could not break through any bars
or windows
America is probably the cruelest place to live,
This is a developed country,
With the most money,
Yet so little to give,
Education, it seems,
Is nearly as mediocre as social media,
Except it is more restrictive.
Things like cyberbullying, harassment, and fallacies are allowed in school,
We have a lot of mountains
That seem too hard to climb.
We try to solve our problems
And then run out of time.
We've been checkmated so often
That the game's out of our hands,
"Can't put your mind in a cast
but broken things aren't meant to last
Like walking on broken glass
reminding you bout scars of past
cause the world went by so fast
But not you, your stuck
His fingertips stroked my lips softly,
As he poured life onto me
I gasped at the sudden coolness and
Embraced the warm sunlight
Shining on my bare back
I moaned as his liquid flowed down,
When I was a little girl, the world couldn't contain my imagination.
I was the one who would look at the moon and wonder what it would look like, how brightly it would shine, if it was twice as big.
