I hide myself from a world where people care about you.
Their warmth, kindness and love all seem to fade.
I'm sure the would help me if I could come out and say .
My feelings, jumbled, mixed, and mushed.
I sigh as sadness pours into my body, seeping through every crack.
My urge to say something and my hope to be free from loneliness.
I notice an enemy.
Its Round, heavy,and pulling weight pulls me back to the state I was before.
Oh will I ever be free
Will I die my thoughts dying with me.
Oh will I ever be free ?
