One wish in my head is to fly away...
My life isn't for no one a game.
I am living only for my pleasure.
My freedom is only my treasure.
Beating of heart is breaking my chest
I am hiding my feelings in a hope chest
No one will see my tears on cheek.
I feel that my heart and the soul are sick.
I locked between of four white walls
I can't go outside for a walk
In veins is flowing a strongest drug
And drug is so bitter for me. Damn! Faug!
I am lying and e-a-t-i-n-g solid ground.
Fantasies, wishings tight knot close around.
Give back to me, damn, my whole freedom
I stay and ask about it on my own knees.
Sorrow poem
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