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White Walls

Enclosed;
Deeply into myself.
Exposed;
To the world that saw my face.

White walls compact me;
As in an empty box.
All is left behind me,
Everything is now lost.

How I claim to view,
All those sites in my mind.
How my arms are sew,
Trapped behind my back.

No one believes me.
(While I know they are there)
My only company,
The only ones who I can share.

I know you understand…
Why we're into these white walls.
realizing that the past;
Now is real, not apart.

I watch them get me--
Like a piece of flesh.
They want me--
They want to eat me fresh.

As I yell my lungs out,
I realize there’s no escape.
I bang myself against these walls loud,
So anyone can help me to stay safe.

They are eating me alive!
Like they wanted all their life!
Now thanks to this white walls,
I’m cussed to die with no one on my side!

I die, die!
They want to kill me!
Help me to survive!
Let me be free!

I yelled, and yelled…
But no one heard.
I was betrayed, betrayed.
Eaten like a fresh blood and flesh.

Author notes

I think option one, and a little bit of two.
I dont know if this is good enough...
but i tried my best to make the picture, and to put myself in the position of someone mentally ill, believing they are not actually insane.

what do you think?

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  • pancake
    June 18, 2008

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    It definitely gavethe image of an insane person. i really loved it. i mean, really loved it. it had great rythmn. though im not ssure the last line fits...though thats just my opinion. but im being picky, it was very good.