This padded
Protective
Whitewalled room
Leaves no room
For my death
I hold my breath
I try at least
But when successfully
I meet sleep
Unsuccessfully
I meet life
They rushed in
So concerned
And woke me from my slumber
I asked them to end this world
For me
They said no.
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Inside the Asylum ✓
PoetryA 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...
