Damaged
You know I'm inside here don't you
Inside this thing we call a body
Why do you call me stupid ?
Why do I deserve this ?
I don't belong here in this group,this click,this prison
Ohhh! Let me out of this mental straight jacket
I'm going to my place
My place where I rock in the corner
where my arms lose blood flow
My corner brings me comfort
even though its cold and damp
it gave me more warm
when no one could.
In my bolt locked room
there is only the sound of my cold crisp breath.
My voice is dead from my shrinks and cries.
My body is scarred, bruised, cut
from the attempts of trying to beat down the door.
I'm I supposed to here?
The only thing keeping me sane is my thoughts.
The thoughts of a far away place filled with promise and hope
where someone loves me and cares about me.
So let this rain true
I'm out of the closet
and you can no longer hold me back
My cuts are open but they'll heal
You haven't won my life
I'm not a prize you can cram in a trophy case.
I may be damaged but, not broken.
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