A dark tunnel,
scary,
no light.
My sufferings crammed into a place far too tight.
I feel as if I can not breath,
as if I have to die.
I walk farther into the dark tunnel,
trying not to cry.
I cant resist.
The tear drops fall upon my finger tips.
Sadness has began to leave,
but the anger is bigging to weave.
Happiness will never surrender,
only darkness surrounded by curving walls.
Someday I will leave this hell,
only to find my fall.
 
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