it

its thoughts lie in another relm,

it dreams all day of an exit,

its souls so broke and overwelmed

and it dosent want to fix it

its thoughts are from another life

one whos its trapped it

its heart is broken with this light

and it happnes again and again 

its eyes are lost and empty

they hollow with each breath it takes

with all the hurt it constantly sees

the death, the lies, the hate

its pain is growing stedly

with all the death does steal

but what it is that death cant see

is aginst deaths own free will