Stuck Poem by Brooke Schmidt

No answer.
If there was i didn't hear.
The sounds gone.
Hard to see
Nothing to feel.
Just bricks with blood.
I don't ever know if it's mine.
If it is then is it to much.
Not a lot of food of water.
If i die here.
Then who would find me..
There's no light.
No way in or out.
Stuck screaming without a answer.
I mite even be covered in blood never to know.
Not to know what color I'm waring.or if I'm even wearing clothes.
I hope i am.
This is my good bye.
You may never meat me.
but you now know what I'm thinking in my last moments.

If u don't like it i understand every one has different tastes any ways
so i won't freak out about it.