The smooth metal against my flesh again
Blood running faster, the cool
blade of a dagger, barrel of a .45,
the restriction of oxygen by rope
but the freedom of flying by neck
calms my mind, modest mentality
Fist to brick, face in betrayal
of fresh feelings; surfacing and being
pushed back under the surface. the lake
of numbness let me drown here
never to feel or fly again
Never to do battle as a little girl
she can't even hold the shield, but she
keeps trying. war against the soul. No truce
could calm the mind of a maiden exposed
to such violence and death, The Reaper
of what's left of her mind and body
may not regret saving her. she regrets
picking up the pieces once again
of a million piece puzzle
that no one else will help her solve
They only lock her back in the room with it again
she can't leave until it is solved
as she tries, this time she finds
the puzzle is bigger than the floor
There is no rest for the weary
Asylums are not meant to be escaped.
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