south
Going off the rails
hurt, hungry and helpless.
Pounding to get help
no-one hears
tairing my hair out
root to root.
gone to far,
i feel nothing.
bald n bloody
no drug killeth this pain.
Reaching out to the sane,
face against window pane
to tired to call out my name.
Im trapped within
bars up under my skin
my history haunting me
when awake when asleep
this pains for keeps.
Swallowing my good sense
inside the eye of a storm,
ive lost my grip
from the norm.
Authority will lock me away,
hand it over this day.
Madness a warm blanket
solitary confinement.
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