I'm sitting here inside my head,
Memories flashing, moments dead.
The walls are tight,
I suffocate slowly,
On the guilt that keeps me oh so lonely.
There is no brightness, no release,
From this i suffer,
This i bleed.
The padded cell closes in,
And it takes a toll,
Yet saves me from the madness,
That they can't unfold.
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