How I Feel Poem by donielle bower

faces are become blurs
voices are fading away
im trapt in my own mind
feels like a prison in here
and it doesnt seem that i will escape
i yell help me please
but the sound is unreconized
so they go on with out a worry
and think i am okay
tomorrow will be a better day
but they are wrong
i could be gone by then
they dont see me suffering from all of this misery
they just walk on by
this is out of my control
it has power over me
days go slower
im fading away faster
and pretty soon i wont excist
all memories will be dead
and no one will think of what i have ever said