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My Mind is a Prison

My mind is a prison,
My thoughts are a jail.
I am not worth it,
No one will pay my bail.

I beg for help
with a silent scream.
No one can hear me,
No matter how loud to me it may seam.

Mute to the world,
For I don't say a word.
As I wait for a special someone,
so I might be heard.

Guilty, defeated, and weak,
Agonized, hopeless, and alone.
Numb with so much pain,
Hot needles driven to the bone.

I can't escape this prison
Until I find the key.
Though ti may be a while,
One day I'll realize that key is me.





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