This is a cry for help
the ink is bleeding
the pages are fleeing
my hand won't write
my mind won't think
I am caged in
it is quite hard to explain and continues to drive me insane
I see four of me but none of them speak directly to me
they say it is for the better that I stay up here forever
I am not a fan of my mind
it is strange inside
but they say it's good for me but who is "they"
I don't know when I'll be back but I hope they unlock this cage
before I flutter
becoming a mutter
