a prison inside my bedroom walls,
locked up by depression,
sentenced to a life long guilt,
a murder suicide,
i stole your heart,
then shattered it,
breaking mine as well,
not knowing how i loved you,
how important you were to me,
or the depth of our connection,
a pirsoner locked in a cell of pain,
looking for an escape that is never found,
i keep hoping to hear from you,
but am dissappointed at the end of each day,
i cry myself to sleep,
but i cannot blame you,
i am forever,
a prisoner in my bedroom walls,
once again to the fault of my own.
- Author: ZeroAnnJone ( Offline)
- Published: August 17th, 2018 08:16
- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is me feeling trapped in my guilt from hurting someone i loved so much.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 49
- Users favorite of this poem: misskay
Comments1
I couldn’t of loved this poem more
Loved reading it and gave me some perspective to the relation of it so thank you
thank you
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