The stucked in

I'm here, Where hearts are beating like the heart of a dying person. no one cares about my tired breath. It's sounds like that my country, my family, my loved ones, and even my tired hands have taken me captive. whenever I tried to break these chains they become tighter... No hope to break my chains, no hope to get used to them. I'm here, with my tired breathes, until a day that my hair turns to white like the days I was always looking for. Here no one noticed my existence. music: Musictown from Pixabay