We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

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She is a survivor.
Taking a lot of medical seeds.
Suffering more than she deserves Anxiety, 

Mental Illness, and antipsychotic pills

Trying to cheat over death
Drinking venomous spilled ink
She could self-destruct any minute

It's a crush poetic words built just for a show
Trust me, hadn't they put it down that long ago?

Each day was war and chaos
She who fought with herself against her throne
Didn't realize, she grown tired of it all

There is no outlet to freedom
At least not by the consequence threatened by her kingdom

Safety or security could keep herself 

from self-harm knives, sharp needles, 

swords or Winchesters

 the only thing worth stopping herself

 Is to never move a muscle

So, there is nothing else she can do 

but remains caged by this scribbling book

Making quotes, short stories and poems

 Day in, Day out

And so, the story tells us,

 that there is no sad beginning nor a happy ending

There is only a book filled with some humble words 

of hope saying hello for the first time