Ethan Daniel

When I wake up I’m still tripping,

Not on substances but chemicals.



I walk through the days just to hear voices,

Not from people I know

But from a place that I should call home.

My mind is a mansion but I’m stuck in a room.


The pictures on the wall are blood red,

Is that from my bleeding heart or distrust?

Everyday is just another step to nowhere,

So what’s the point?


I’m a prisoner to my own thoughts

Fortifying my mansion to the world,

Bleeding to death from the wounds I’ve earned

So please save me from my self inflicted curse

  • Author: Ethan Daniel (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2020 21:23
  • Category: Sad
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  • Goldfinch60

    In that room just go to a window and look out to the world and you may well escape into life's wonder.

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