prisoner

Is it a gift

or a prison

i wanna feel everything

but nothing makes me feel a thing

i wanna escape, tired legs stumping over rocks

“Don’t cry alone. Be strong”

what is wrong with crying alone?

a leaf will fall even when you told it not to

i really wanna run away

but here i am, going back

to my jail of life every morning.

t.l.

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