The one room that has me trapped like a dove in a cage that's seeking freedom and seeking isn't good enough.
The lonely bird has been trapped for so long but refuse to give up hope.
the dove refuses to give up hope.
That's the way my body feels.
But my soul feel like I'm trapped in a dark room that's never crowded and never noisy the room has slowly desecrated into darkness and tears and pain of emotion that only these four sided walls know and understand.
There was and is nowhere to run in a room without doors and nowhere to commit suicide so we all die slowly if you understand.
The room that to forever remain empty and quiet forever the only thing anyone will ever hear scream are the walls and the dead dove in the cage that never gave up til it died trying to escape .
I told myself whats the point in trying when im not gonna win my life .
My life is like every despite for light in my life person in this world that died trying and not trying.