Trapped Poem by Austin Moore
Trapped
The scars on my wrists are proof of my pain
Evidence enough that I’m going insane
I’m sorry I couldn’t handle your lie
But you can’t say that I didn’t try
I guess we can be together in hell
It’s your fault my life is a prison cell
Left me with myself, threw away the key
I gouged out my eyes so that I can’t see
I carved out my heart and hid it from you
Save me my sorrow, you know what to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/28/2026 11:10:50 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
