Locked up

October 1, 2008
locked up, in a room.
No where to go.
all alone.
I hear the silence.
I here my breathing.
I think will I ever get out?
Will I ever taste freedom?
I want to run.
As far and fast as i can from here.
I'm locked up though.
No where to go.
Thinking I want to go home.
Wherever that is.
I no longer want to say as I lay here in the emptiness.
I'm locked up.
all alone.

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