trapped in a world of no control, they say this place is here to help me, but those very speakers are the one's who abandoned me here- they don't know what it's like, they live in a picture perfect world and don't believe my stories of the horrid

I come in- intents pure

Others hope for a cure

To this burdening life

That is my hopeless strife

One visit, maybe two

"No, no returns for you"

I'm told I am staying

"Please, leave me decaying"

Stop, you are choking me

Leaving me unhappy

My road begins here

Let it be mine to steer

The End

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