Trigger warning
The thoughts in my head have me trapped, like a prisoner having to pay my fee.
Life
behind these closed doors where no one is allowed to know how I really feel.
I try to escape only to be cought, them making my cuffs tighter, leaving cutts and bruises on my skinny, pale body.
My arms look like a kinder garden project, lines drawn with a pretty red crayon.
Flowers start to bloom, spreading the roots into my skin. Gorgeous red blossoms popping out from the mess of lines.
I hold my breath knowing no one will notice, as I'm drowning in the ocean of tears I created over the years, each time I come back to this Hell, it always seem to be getting bigger, no one around to watching me sink to ocean floor, as I take my last breath.
Goodbye.
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one wish
Poetry"My mind wonders some times, going down the rabbit hole, and into a world no one wants to be." This boon is a vent book, I don't know when I will update, this will be depressing and may be triggering so read at your own risk.
