All This Time Poem by Violet Warren

if beliefs are wrong
then I need to get mine straight
simplicity knocks
yet we all turn away
I've been here before
a thousand times, again
but my hope
has never been this dim

I'm falling apart,
I'm at the end of my rope
that's been tied around my neck;
I've been too afraid to let go

come and whisk me away
I need a new name;
I need a new face.
I've trashed myself,
clothed in my regrets, I melt.

I want to be normal, but what is normal
in this deserted place?
I'm roaming the halls of this institution
trying to find my pace
is there a way to live each day
as if you are alive?
if so, then would somebody show
me how could I have missed it all this time