It Was Fun (my first poem on this site)

[walzem]

It's so cold locked inside this room
Time to sit and think inside my gloom
I've kicked and screamed to be set free
They all laughed and talked over me

I don't know whats wrong
It's never hurt this long
This blade I gripped
And the skin I ripped

Before I was you, Before you were me
We laughed and played, We were free
But now we're caught
We should've fought

I don't know whats wrong
It's never hurt this long
This blade I gripped
And the skin I ripped

[engarde]

Intense!

[walzem]

Thanks I was going for tears.