THE ASYLUM
I canNOt move on
I canNOt break free
My hands are tied
behind my back
My straggly hair
is choking me.
I don't feel real
my body is dead
Their voices are with me
inside of my head
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These strings are thin-
Thinner than my wrists
And my puppeteers don't believe me-
My Wonderland's in my head
I'm a rose with no reflection-
A white rose painted red
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They listen to me sadly
As they walk me to the room
A white room with only a door.
No escape, as I fall to the floor
They can't take it away from me
but I'm slowing going,
dissipating
I'll always keep it-
if onlymemory..