Pickup Line

I want to feel special,
But there are so many buildings;
Towering, overbearing.
Filled with countless souls.
I want to feel free,
But the rules restrain me,
Just as my ribs
Restrain my lungs;
Each breath is juried.
Escape would mean death.
But, does death mean escape?
Don’t answer, it’s getting late.
I want to feel something,
Besides tired and scared.
My, you look lovely.
Could you help me feel something?
Don’t go.