My Last Venture Poem by Tess Connor

Eyes are bleeding, full of pain
Heart is wrenching, going insane
In the corner of my padded cell
Restricting straightjacket chafes like hell
The tiny window, one beam of light
Guiding me through each and every night
Countless fails to be loved or heard
Reality, freedom... my mentality blurred
Slaughtered wrists rubbing in the sleeves
Another fountain from within I’ll bleed
Bleeding my blood, spilling on the ground
That silent plea was my last sound.