Pain is normal, hope is rare

A lost and almost vacant stare

From school to home; the dragons lair

I will not speak for no one cares

In the darkness I find my release

Away from man, machine, and beast

They place where I am bothered least

Between the old and wrinkled sheets

And out of the darkness to the sun

There is a place my mind can run

The pain still hurts but now it’s fun

The lead: my bullet. The pen: my gun.

So I write down all my memories

The words… they hurt

The pen, it bleeds

But it is now that I am really free

In a world where no one cared for my words

I opened my cage and flew off like a bird

And truer words were never heard

And of my pain I’m finally cured