My latest artwork.
Torture
As I lay in my bed, I thinks of the things you’ve said.
You’re right, you know.But I don’t have the balls to do what you told me to. As much as I ache as muhc as I cry ,it doesn’t change a thing. They are still the same way and it makes me want to scream.
I hate it here. I hate the feeling of being stuck. Breathing recycled air all the time. I hate the the clocks that hang from the walls. I want to go somewhere where time doesn’t exists. Where the minute aren’t running after me. I hate my cellphone ,more like hellphone, because all it sais is where r u, when are you coming home. I hate my window. Torture of the beauty outside that I cannot have. Seeing the birds leave their nest asmuch as they please. I feel like there is an bracelet on my ankle . Bars on my window. Electric wire over the fence and an alarm system on my door.
These things run through my mind everyday and sometimes I wish that I was that bird that flew away.
