Key

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Sometimes I can't talk, no matter how hard I try.
I want to scream but it's at a bad time.
I hide the scratches up my arms.
The only way to express my harm.
I know that I'll soon be dead inside.
No way to change, no-one to confide.
I'm already gone, I'm no longer here.
My soul moved on, no Earthly care.
I long to be free, to fly far away.
My spirit is a bird, locked away.
The key thrown, into a river deep.
The water is cold, too cold to weep.
The only way to retrieve the key,
Is to dive and set this life free.
I take a breath and jump beneath.
I feel the coldness surrounding me.
The pins welcome me to the dark.
Everything is cold, cold as my heart.
I see a glimmer of something light.
I dive deeper towards the damp night.
It's the key to heavens door. The beauty of it I adore.
I unlock the door in front of me,
There is a noise above the deep.
The door opens and there is a light.
A hand grasps me, I try to fight.
It won't let me go.
It pulls me away from Heavens glow.
It pulls me higher, to where I breathe.
I struggle, I flail as they heave.
I see the sun. I'm almost to rise.
My hopes of dying, and heavens prize,
Are taken away.
Your lucky I was around so you I could save.
Thanks I reply, wishing it was from beyond the grave.

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