Trapped Poem by Austin Moore

Trapped



The scars on my wrists are proof of my pain
Evidence enough that I’m going insane
I’m sorry I couldn’t handle your lie
But you can’t say that I didn’t try
I guess we can be together in hell
It’s your fault my life is a prison cell
Left me with myself, threw away the key
I gouged out my eyes so that I can’t see
I carved out my heart and hid it from you
Save me my sorrow, you know what to do

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