Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Key

Key

A Poem by Channa

 

 

I feel the blade running down my arm

It has the texture of a real one

But this one is not...

I am pretending to do thins for the real thing

My friend telling me how

To get the best emotions

The real thing will be good

At least thats what I hope

I want out of this world

This place I'm in is not right

Its not for me

I am so confused

My friends say they will help

I have seen nothing

I'm not sure if it will work

The one thing I know for sure

I need out of this world

Go to a place

To be alone

No one wants me in

This world

No one at all

Thats how I feel when...

When I think about...

Nothing

Nothing at all

I just keep all the

Feelings inside

Locked up with a

Key

The key to my heart.

© 2009 Channa


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