Feelings

by Katy   Sep 19, 2005


Feeling like your left to die,
Noone can hear your one last cry,
Lying on the stone cold floor,
You want someone to open the door,
To save you from this living hell,
Not to be locked up in your own cell,
With the name of life,
Which has driven you to the final knife.

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