Ok so this poem is really long for my kind of writing, but i was depressed at the time.
Deep with in me he scream's,
Yelling to be freed,
Freed from his cage,
The one he has been trapped in for years,
There is no release, besides one,
The pain he feel's that follows the river,
The river of red sorrow,
No one hears his crys,
If they do they car not for the broken child,
Hidden with in me screaming,
Screaming,
Yelling,
Dying,
Yet no one cares,
No one cames to save him,
Just look the other way,
Or say they have thir own problems,
They can't take a little time to love him,
A little time to talk to him,
To see past the blood and bruises,
The scares to deep to loock at,
His cry;s ignored,
Only the silver and red confert him,
Telling him with pain comes release,
with relese freedom for his cage,
Slowly the red river stop's flowing,
The tears stained face goes white,
The silver mixed with red and clear liquid,
He's been released,
No longer Screaming,
No longer chaged and chained,
His once vibrent eyes no glased and glossy,
The red rive no longer flows,
For there is no where for it to flow from.
Xlet_The Holy Darkness Community Member 
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