Slipped through the cracks. by AngryMosher, literature
Literature
Slipped through the cracks.
I feel like I can't talk.
I feel like I can't breathe.
It's like a knife in my chest.
And I'm trapped inside a cage.
A Cage made by my own bars.
Of love and hate and fear.
I'm dragging swords through my mind.
And it's leaving a trail of blood behind.
Is there a will and a way?
Do I have a will?
Will I find a way?
And can anybody help me?
I feel sorry for the people like me.
Who slip through the cracks.
In our concert society.
And can anyone help them?
Slipped through the cracks. by AngryMosher, literature
Literature
Slipped through the cracks.
I feel like I can't talk.
I feel like I can't breathe.
It's like a knife in my chest.
And I'm trapped inside a cage.
A Cage made by my own bars.
Of love and hate and fear.
I'm dragging swords through my mind.
And it's leaving a trail of blood behind.
Is there a will and a way?
Do I have a will?
Will I find a way?
And can anybody help me?
I feel sorry for the people like me.
Who slip through the cracks.
In our concert society.
And can anyone help them?