Inslaved

• Artist: EmoBananasStoleMyHomework
• Description: sometimes, you feel powerless and dead. you can feel like commiting suicide, but that tiny voice that they call your concionce comes out and tells you a story of a very depressed girl who thouhgt she was all alone, a slave and a loner, a person with nothing to her name. and how they never realized what they had! they had people who cared, and of course, yes, there were some bad things, like controllive parents or something like that. but, everyone has something bad!
• Date: 01/29/2009
• Tags: inslaved

I am a slave to my poems,
I live in a cave ,
Where the bars are made of all my depressing words.

They suffer with me,
They dont mind the tears,
Though they get all wet, and get just a little bit torn.

My mind is loose,
My head is a little unscrewed,
All the words I think pour out and assemble them into what I didn't want to say.

Sometimes I shout,
Sometimes I yelp,
But no one hears me, they only hear the bars of my cage.

My master,
The thing that put me in this cage
He's is only a mere page, a blank paper torn from a book I wrote.

Sometimes, every once in a while,
When I'm good he lets me out,
But he makes sure I have a tight chain around my neck.

When I struggle,
The chain gets an insainly painful grip on me,
So I stand there choking, fall to my knees and think only about how I hate that page.

The book he's from is a collection of poems,
I wrote him when I was feeling depressed,
And he ripped himself out and, in rage, inslaved me.

The next time he takes me out,
I, knowing I will die, struggle to be free,
Though I am choking and crawling, I seem to realize...

The things that page forces from my loose mind,
Those very poems,
Are what keep me from going insane.

Those very words,
The words that are covered with blood and tears,
Those words that I have dreaded for years have finnaly spoken loud enough to me.

They told me a story,
A story about a girl who almost drowned herself in tears,
A girl who almost died from what she wrote, what she made.

A girl who survived for years,
Who only thought about being free,
And who's thouhgts were manipulated into a girl who died or commited suicide.

She never realized that she had the power,
That, even thouhgh she was in a cage,
That she created this book, this thing that enslaved her...

She made it,
And if she could take out the rest of her book,
And rip it all apart, all of those depressing words would turn into a story of a girl who lived.

A story of a girl who lived.

Comments

[XdarkshinobiX]

cool, i didnt read any of it but i rated xD

[Apolloh]

Its ENslaved lol.

Good try nubcakes.

[MeIanite]

It sounds as if it could be a song, good job.

[EmoBananasStoleMyHomework]

ty guys! even if you dont like it, thanks for rating- even if you rated low. just thanks for giving the poem attention. :3

[ElvenFalcon]

Deep, although .. Yeah. I'm not much for stuff like this. you can feel powerless, but there are other ways out.

[Durff]

Nice Poem!! ^_^ I likes your poems 2! ^_^

[kitty_sheep]

Wow, this is very deep and the emotion... You made it sound as if it had happened to someone you know...

You, my friend are good.