Cords Poem by Carly Almonde

these cords bind my wrists together,
and the rag is in my mouth.
and while i long to cry out,
i know that i'll never be discovered.

the cords are my thoughts,
as they twist and work together,
they are bringing me down,
and tying my wrists.

the rag is my friends.
as they yell and shout, and acuse and hurt,
they gag my, choke me,
till the blood spills out.
no they didn't mean it,
yet still they chose,
to take away my only weapon,
my voice.

i'm stuck inside the walls of my body,
crying out, crying out,
let me out.
but instead my body attacks itself,
bringing destruction to the rise,
bringing my tears to these tired eyes.

if only i could wake up,
but i'm caught in this nightmare.
if only i could run free,
maybe then i could start to care