All doors have been closed and all I keep Seeing is belts on the hinges. I'm infact trying to look up for help but when I see the ceilings, ropes dangle.
My thoughts are being strangled by the thoughts of not being here. I don't really have that many words anymore the more the words get shorter my life gets shorter.
And you wouldn't hear anymore explanations from me you thought I was only telling tall tales I can't do no talking now I'm pale.