this house is a prison
locking me up
no razor
cant shave
no alcohol
cant drink
no meds
cant pop
no knives
cant cut
its all in a box
locked up like a treasure
i cant live
so i might as well die
12-16-04
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well i dont think i can give you the award for most optimistic. but it shows alot of feeling (that i understand) *10*