I know how you feel. i use to feel the same way. i love your poem. check mine out. it is called cutting

I know how you feel. i use to feel the same way. i love your poem. check mine out. it is called cutting

Naaaaa you ain't gonna no where god not
done with you yet It seems like you have
created a self made prison. A prison in your head A prison without bars deep in your brain the part of your brain thats insane.