Baskadia

Am I the bad for me?

A knife through vein would end me But where'd I stand then? My Soul would linger through the dead With no sign of life left I want to touch the sky See beyond the shady clouds I want to breathe inside the deepest ocean Clean myself and about My heart belongs to a different A difficult kingdom My mind is the stop of me To think beyond my wisdom I'm quite between the living and Living with non living Non living stops the living Am I beyond those shiny diamonds? Or I cost of the mud under the shoe?

Children trapped in the prison of addiction

In a world where innocence should thrive, Children caught in addiction's painful tide. Parents lost in the clutches of despair, Leaving young hearts burdened with care. Their laughter silenced, replaced by tears, Their tender dreams shattered, feeding their fears. Innocence stolen, a heavy price they pay, As addiction's grip tightens day by day. Their tiny shoulders carry burdens too great, Struggling to navigate a darkened fate. Seeking solace in a world so cold, Their fragile spirits longing t

Trapped in Helplessness

A feeling of powerlessness, A sense of being trapped, The weight of the world on your shoulders, And no way to adapt. You try to break free, But the chains are too strong, You scream for help, But no one comes along. Lost in a sea of despair, With no hope in sight, You struggle and fight, But it's a losing fight. Helplessness consumes you, It's all that you know, And in the end, you realize, You're never letting go.

Trapped

An image of a man trapped in his own mind

Trapped in Helplessness

I'm drowning in a sea of doubt My mind consumed by fear and drought I'm lost, alone, and cannot cope In this vast abyss without hope My hands are tied, my feet are bound As I struggle to break free, no sound Escapes my lips, my voice is gone In this darkness, I am undone I cry out for help, but no one hears As I'm consumed by my own fears I'm trapped in this cycle of despair With no way out, no one to care My heart beats fast, my mind races As I'm consumed by this familiar place Of helplessness,

A photo showing water trapped in rocks

water trapped on rocks

Submerssed

Water weed

It's interesting how this does not spell dangerous from a distance.