Contained in this box that will not allow
my voice to be heard, my cries aloud
fences restrain
my true run blood
This body reflects what you have done
the scars and wounds that twist around me
the pain I endure with my own hand
my own wrist, my own pen
The deepest thoughts scratch the surface
your judgement waits steadily
i cannot remember a morsel of time
that i was truly happy.
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