I should count my stars
They believe
I should be dead
They told me
Or awaiting it
Like so many others on this earth
Locked away
Dreading the day
When the executioner arrives
But I'm just a girl
They say
Who they can help fix
They pray
But I wonder
How can you help the damned?
How can you fix what's not broken?
How can you clean
The knife's bloodstained blade?
How can you heal
My intact mind?
But this can all end
They reveal
This luck I live by, if
They will
If I am not
The broken doll they believe me to be
If it is found
That I can see clearly
I need to help them
But I will not
I will not lie, so
I will not speak
They can turn me back to the law
Murder me effectively
I do not care
I do not care
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Inside the Asylum ✓
Short StoryA teenage girl murders her brother, forcing her into the local asylum. But what if she's not really crazy? One tragedy. One girl. Four white walls. Welcome to the Asylum. [a poetic short story] **Awards** 1st in Short Story - The Champ Easter Award...
