The chains hold me down
I bet there hoping for me to drown,
but secretly I wish that as well
Broken by society's image
I cave my body to fit it.
Secretly I am a artist,
but society can't know that.
My masterpiece is filled with red,
my paint brush is silver and sharp,
and my canvas is my wrist.
See I'm stuck in secrecy,
hoping for a escape, and not finding one
I will be free soon...
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What goes on in a broken person's mind
PoetryThis is not a story. These are the thoughts of others that need to be shared with the people of the world. Yes some of this may be triggering for suicidal thoughts or other things. My name is Maddy and I'm exploring the world that barely anybody wan...
