An Asylum Wall's Cry
A Mental Patient's Plea for Help!
I'm tied down by Feet and Hands, I cannot breathe, I'm drowning in a pool of Tears
Help me live for something I beg!
Get me out of this Asylum Walls; please do something for me not to fall deeper in this Medication Roller Coaster
My Heart Dies a little at a time, my Life goes out
I cannot find the Outcome to it all and everything is a waste
I'm so useless that everything looks "DARK" for me
There is No Tomorrow and the Sun is all a Haze
The Moon is shining high above me now, and I'm still in the same with my Hands Tied down
Without having a Consolation without having Hope to get out of this Hell and being tied by "Life's Struggles and Obscurities" without having Refuge or the Strength to leave this Mad House of a Situation
About the Creator
Migdalia Torres
I am a New Indie Author/Songwriter/Poet
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