S.O.S.

You're alone

All you've done is
Lock the door
And isolate yourself
From the world

The noises outside
Scare you to death
Because all you're used to
Is a single breath

Yours

There's a price to supression
But you condone it
All you do
Is shoo your feelings
Your thoughts
Your troubles
Worries

And soon
In your room
Now that you're an outcast
And nobody can hear you scream


There is a fog
For supression fogs your mind
Chokes you to death

NOW you reach for the door?
Is it too late?
They seem to have forgotten
That you've tried to get away

But you FAILED

They've moved on with their lives
Something that you can't do!
You hurt yourself MORE
This is the CONSEQUENCE

Of NOT speaking up for yourself.
NOT trying to

RIGHT
YOUR
WRONG!!

SURPRESSING those hurtful memories
You've witnessed
You locked yourself in
Locked others

Out

Of your heart
Of your mind
Of your LIFE.

Now,

As the smoke fils the room
You lie your back up against the wall
Hang your head in shame
Now only you are there to blame
Yourself

From your surpression.

You don't hold your breath
You inhale the smoke
And choke

Close your eyes
Lose your pride
Lie on your back
As your mind cracks

NOW

The door opens
And in your mind
They cannot find
Where you are

Or where you will be