The prisoner inside...


My mind is a prison

The prisoner locked inside the cell 

is me

Why you may ask

because i can't gain control

so i lose it every time

and when the control is lost

the pain takes over

and when the pain has my heart

and my brain

everything goes dark


when i come to

there are scars on my body

my arms, my legs, my face

i stare in amazement; in shock

i scream in terror

i cry out for you

but my screams get no reply

so i return to silence

left to let the tears fall to the floor

left to pick up the broken pieces 

of what my inner demons have done

left to start all over again

back to reality i hear the voice say

so i listen

and back to reality i go...


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