As my thoughts race around my head, the time has come for me to confess
For my sins have caught up,
I have been found,
Strapped to a table, making no sound
Sharp pains felt around my body,
So thrilling, Fulfilling
Killing me silently
I lie lifeless on this cold, hard bed
Thinking about where it went wrong,
The answer hitting me straight in the head
I was never fixed,
I was never perfect
I was made for this fate, One who deserved it
For now I lie, In this cold cold room,
Nothing can be seen
Cause I am now dead in this asylum, you see?
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When your heart gives out...
Poetry"The spirit of a man can endure only so much and when it is broken only a miracle can mend it" -John Burroughs I own everything but the picture in the title,the quote and the gifs, copyright goes to the original owners of those
