My Poison Prison
By WinglessFaith
I use to be able to write
Now with the words I fight
In moments not so old
Every feeling was so bold
Every word that did cross my hear
Could stir a passion or a fear
Morbidly self obsessed
The doc says I'm depressed
Now I find myself in a poison prison
Locked away they claim I lost all mental reason
Forced to medicate
With pills me they suffocate
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Copyright 2014 WinglessFaith
Published on Thursday, December 11, 2014.
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