Lyrical Musings an emotional journey via train of thought

Splinter

Splinter

my lips are sewn shut
my hands are tied
behind my back
my visions blurry
mind’s a mess
can’t tell
where i am
or how exactly
you got me here
and the thoughts
are racing across my mind
falling out of my head
and rolling across the floor
i wince
as i hear them shatter
when they hit the wall
and they’re broken
so am i
thank you
for not helping me up
thank you
for not caring
but thank for
for making me this way

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