Your Lark is Broken, Lost it's Song

Yet I cut,

Cut real deep,

Into the flesh,

While I weep.

I cry out, "where have you gone?"

Your lark is broken, lost it's song.

I feel so alone,

In a mental cell,

I can't be myself,

I wish someone could tell.

I strive for air,

But I'm sinking lower at his stare,

An anchor to my feet,

As I give into more lies and deceit.  

I need help, I need guidance,

But no one helps my loss of mental finance.

Yet as I sink lower,

the cut becomes morer.

But alas I put on a mask everyday,

and watch as each sunset fades away.

I become weaker,

My soul's deterring...

The End

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