My will to live isn't very strong
They are surprised I have lived this long
With the bandages wrapped around my head
My thoughts drifting to where I'm always dead
I can't tell what's real and what's not
I can't even remember my name, I forgot
Everyday just passing me right by
But yet I still breathe, I'm alive
These white sheets smell of a terrible odor
I wish that they would let someone come over
They ripped me from society, not telling me a why
I still wonder to myself why do they keep me alive
They locked me up, tied me down
Hoping my existence would never be found
The buzzing machines keep ringing in my ear
To never get out of here, that's all I fear
They call me a creature, I'm a monster to them all
The scowl at me, making my mutant stomach crawl
They stare at me, they poke me with needles
The laugh at me, because I'm so weak and feeble
They are always with them charts I never get to see
I'm stuck in my very own sweet blasphemy
I lay here every day, I used to cry every night
But that's long gone now, I gave up the fight
These white walls know no comfort for me
My tears ran dry, my body's so numb you see
They used to give me drugs, medication always just wears off
I would struggle, I thought I could get out of here, I was so lost
I watch them now, their gloves crinkled when they move
They smirk with their gleaming eyes, bad attitude
They approach me, I already know what to do
I'm gritting teeth, holding in the pain, trying not to loose
It was a game you see, a game where they torture me
If I move or make even a noise, I get to watch myself bleed
They would make me leak for hours even, They know I won't die
They wouldn't dare try to, they say they need me alive
I have no purpose here that I can comprehend
I guess I'm here just waiting for my bittersweet end
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Enter Thy Mind
PoetryThis publication is a collective of a few of my more personal compositions. It begins with a few pieces from my early teenage years and concludes with more contemporary verses that I have written respectively for this compilation. It presents a poet...