Shackled from inside. Injury limits pride.
I am my lesser self. I scream a cry for help.
This is my cry. Hear my cry. Bring me back alive.
I found one meaning of life today:
While others cast me away,
the freedom to move as I please;
bow down—I do to the God of knees.
Do not need money; just a place to lie.
Believe; I still dream for the sky.
Say it without mobility.
You hear me cry. You hear me scream.
Sitting in the wide,
confining walls hold me inside.
I am too weak to move myself.
I need to cry. I need some help.
None of this is what it seems.
Can’t rid myself nightmare; no dream.
Arteries aching. No sleep tonight.
I’m forced to face this waking bite.
- Cry for Help
- Angel Beard
- Still Breathing
- Not Myself