This twisted white vision persists to haunt me.
It just won't leave me alone.
The barred bright windows will forever taunt me.
They just won't let me go home.
I'm not crazy, I swear I'm not insane.
I swore this to them as they led me away.
I brought this on myself, I know.
Is it wrong that I don't care?
I never wanted any help.
But they don't care whatever I say.
Open wounds are left only as grey scars.
It just won't leave me alone.
Open windows are coldly plagued by bars.
They just won't open, I know.
I'm not crazy, I swear I'm not insane.
I swear this to them each and every day.
I brought this on myself, I know.
Is it wrong to want to bleed?
I never needed any help.
But they don't give a damn about me, anyway
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem