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The lights went out a week ago.

They haven’t come back on.

As I lie down on my bed all I can think about is the world

Wondering what would it be like with my own eyes.


I wonder about the stars ,and the moon every night 

I wonder what will the blue sky, and the bright yellow sun rising every morning. 

I must know what will it be like to step on grass, how the flowers smell, explore different cultures, languages, and voices to be heard.


I need to know what it will be like to live in peace

To live in the world with light 

What will it be like to be loved by friends, family especially the ones that are close to me

I need the experience to talk to a human being ,someone that will always be there for me

Always have a heart like a kind soul.


I need to know what will it be like to live in chaos ,to suffer, and live with hatred

What will it be like to see the dead with my own eyes losing the people that are precious to me

To live in the world with darkness

 to fear what’s around me

To know what it will be like to actually cry in tears

To know what hell is.


Instead I am trapped in my room with no windows, no doors, and nobody to talk to

I am always alone

 always alone….


Me,myself,and I must  get out of this dark room

I feel like a prisoner being caged like an animal

with no friends ,no family… no enemies

No love…

No hate...

 Just nothing.


I am sick and tired, 

of being stuck feeling like I’m nothing

I need to be something 

I need to be somebody that can do amazing things

I need to live in a real home not this room full of emptiness.


I need to…

I need to be loved….

I need to be hated...

I need to become a person

I need to be free!


The lights need to be turned on

Perhaps….

Perhaps I forgot the lights were never there.
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