Poem Twenty Two: You're a mess with your confidence.

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I don't remember anything

Except blacking out

And waking up in a room with one with that's bared up, one bed, a closet with no clothes in it, a bathroom in another room, and everything being plain and simple

I look around confused

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror

I see my neck bandaged up

Realization kicks in

I tried to kill myself

And now I'm in a mental institution

I feel trapped

I can't escape

I'm stuck here

My body isn't proud of my and so are the shells


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