The only place
that allows me to be me.
The only place
that i am finally free.
To escape everyone
even if they walk in.
The doctors in coats
injecting their drugs.
Sadly enough
i couldnt ask for a hug.
All i wanted was to be loved
but insted only got a cry for help.
Being alone…
and tied in my thoughts.
I really don’t know
how to end this poem.
All i know is…
i’m in a padded room
tie in a straightjack
ready to crack.
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Awesome. Absolutely wonderful. I hope you’re not actually in that straight jacket in the padded room (even tho that’s where I belong). This is one of the best I’ve read. Thank you.
That was nice. Deep too. I feel like the straight jacket is my own body tethering my soul this sad existance.