Saved Me Poem by Katie Thomas

Please don't speak of me,
Unobserved
I find tranquility in abnormality
Their words, their eyes not speaking off
To scared to even speak
As I'm shrouded by them picking me apart
So I try not to scream

Their laughter's drowned out by the silence,
My shaking's drowned out by the quiet
It seems that quiet people cannot feel,
At least that's what they say
‘Cause they cut me open with their words
Of winged wounds
So I'm hoping that the quiet kills me
Or it's stringent tune

They circulate around,
Stabbing me swiftly with daggers to my back,
Peacefully in which through their words,
They lay me down to sleep
Though my attainments are steep,
I will achieve peace
Even if to my grave, within me, their words I will keep

Poetic structure's my sanctuary
From insanity
I feel safe behind my bars of vulnerability
Gratification can derive from one's complexity,
Just ask Ms Collins, as it's known
Her story had inspired me
It's been known that when I'm me,
I can go slightly crazy
Ask the eyes of disapproval
From one's I've seen out in my streets

I hope I live on within my story
I hope she lives on within my story
‘Cause I know she really saved me