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Im all alone.
What are they planning,
In this horrible home?
I hear noises,
Which I am not meant to hear.
These are the moments,
Of which I tremble in fear.
Will the door open,
To this room of which im locked in?
To let the slightest
Of light seep in?
As I look up and down,
Then around and around,
Nothing can stop,
That frightening sound.
If only someone knew
That I was in here.
Maybe they could save me,
And get rid of this tear.
The huge lock,
At which I stare,
Begins to move
And thickens the air.
The door is open,
In floods the fresh air.
Its times like these,
When I need my teddy bear.
As they grab me by the wrist.
My body begins to shake,
Placing the dark bag over my head,
If only my world was fake.
I am tied up and thrown outside,
Where my face and floor meet.
The noise is horrific,
Yet to the outside world it is so discrete.
Please people,
Its up to you.
Please get together,
And be my saving crew.
The outside world,
Is oblivious to me,
This plain grey room,
Is all I will ever see.
I am hurt and bruised,
Crying in pain.
Blood runs down my wrist,
Away from the vein.
Starving, bleeding and mentally scarred.
I don’t know how much longer I can last.
Now its just a matter of time,
Please take the time, to contrast.
You do a fine job with the words taking the reader there, but I can't feel it. Perhaps it's because you're speaking from the numb. It seems you're more narrating the visual.
It's a good peice. Writing it out more will help draw the emotion out. Sometimes it's the hardest part to deal with, writing of these topics, but it can be cathartic and healing. Hardship in a neat box isn't as appealing and compelling as a screaming scratched-up rough draft. Just quoting FrouFrou, "there's beauty in the breakdown."
Very inspirational. Well done
Very sad too
Im all alone.
What are they planning,
In this horrible home?
I hear noises,
Which I am not meant to hear.
These are the moments,
Of which I tremble in fear.
Will the door open,
To this room of which im locked in?
To let the slightest
Of light seep in?
As I look up and down,
Then around and around,
Nothing can stop,
That frightening sound.
If only someone knew
That I was in here.
Maybe they could save me,
And get rid of this tear.
The huge lock,
At which I stare,
Begins to move
And thickens the air.
The door is open,
In floods the fresh air.
Its times like these,
When I need my teddy bear.
As they grab me by the wrist.
My body begins to shake,
Placing the dark bag over my head,
If only my world was fake.
I am tied up and thrown outside,
Where my face and floor meet.
The noise is horrific,
Yet to the outside world it is so discrete.
Please people,
Its up to you.
Please get together,
And be my saving crew.
The outside world,
Is oblivious to me,
This plain grey room,
Is all I will ever see.
I am hurt and bruised,
Crying in pain.
Blood runs down my wrist,
Away from the vein.
Starving, bleeding and mentally scarred.
I don’t know how much longer I can last.
Now its just a matter of time,
Please take the time, to contrast.