Trapped:
The people are alive. Physically they are alive. Though they are not living. They are emotionally and mentally dead with physical death just around the corner. We are starting to forget what happiness feels like. What it feels like to live life. I have talked about this before. Or at least something similar to this. Perhaps, I feel that the more I write about it, then I will finally be free.
I am trapped and scared. I am scared for the future. I see other people continuing to build their own prisons, bigger and stronger. Always trapped. I desperately do not want to be like that. Though, with so many people like that, you start to lose hope of finding the answer. The solution that will save you from death row in your own prison. An oh so lonely and gloomy prison.
We all lie and say that we are not trapped. Though our demons come back. Every time stronger than ever. To demand our obedience as a good prisoner. We are all trapped. Living an illusion that we are free. Free through social media. It looks so real. We should all get awards for our performances. Everyone seems to hate their life. Every aspect of it. So it spreads. This thought and mentality spreads like seeds in the spring wind. We yearn for escape but trap ourselves deeper than before because reality is simply darker than the worst horror movie ever created.
I am scared that I will be just like them. And it will be entirely because I let it.
Inspired by: ClickforTaz
Have a wonderful day, my lovelies! Carpe diem! ILY!
By:
Sofia C. From The Sunshine
