I'm locked up in silence
&& looking for the key
to unlock all the secrets
so i can finally be set free.
i'm not sure how much i can take
how many laughs && smiles i can fake.
i'm one step away from the edge
&& i'm ready to break.
break the silence.
scream out loud.
tell the secrets.
cry for help.
I hate being confined in my own head.
thoughts are tormenting me like it's a game.
taking all my energy.
still beating me.
slowly dying on the inside.
slipping away without a sound.
being locked up in silence...
defeated me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is how I felt before I could even discover that I could wrote poetry, frustration is what helped me see what I needed to do. Funny how you look but cant see beyound what your world is inside your own head, but people start to see you if you express your words as well as you do, bravo excellent read.