my sanitarium
trapped in memories past, no where to run no
place to hide. always trying to pull me back
into the painful darkness that once ruled my
mind. always trying to make sense of it all,
but instead of making all things clear, my mind
gets darker by the hour. constantly trying to escape
the Hell that mentally drove me away from all
my comforts broken and battered no place to go
the only thing I have are the few dreams
that keep me from the point of no return…
always searching for a way out, but never
succeeding. always ending back to where I
started. broken, disheartened never willing to go
on. the only thing that keeps me going
on is the hope of seeing the new days
sun and the eternal happiness that
I will have in the end.
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