Can't Get Out

If I try really hard, and push against the glass, I can almost feel the breeze.
If I strech out my hand, and ignore the pain, I can barely feel the rain.
If I try to open, a window or door, the pain becomes immense. If I try to run, whether fast or slow, I can never go past the yard.
If I could only be saved.


If I strech the limits of this thrice cursed place, I can smell the honeysuckle right past the gate.
If I try to save someone else, even for a moment, I can't breathe until I relinquish control.
If I tell another, they become like me.


Scared, Scarred, Angry, Pained, Fearful, Destroyed.


If only I could've known.

That first part was mine, then my friend Josh added to it;

 

If only I had seen it coming
It might not have trapped me so well
It might not have encaptured me
And left me to the devices of hell


...No one knows that I am all alone

If only
If only I could have known