My prison

People think our mind is our inner sanctum
But mine is a prison
People talk to me when I don't want to listen to them
But can't run
 

 

So I retreat into my mind
Where dangerous thoughts talk hold
Telling me to young death is kind
But cruel to those of old
 

Tell my it's easy to slit my wrist
But I push it away
Then it feels like I being hit by a fist
And that by my neck I'm chained
 

The more cruel thoughts that pop into my head
The more hits I get trying to push them away
The more hits I get the more I wish I was dead
The more I wish it the more I hear someone say
 

"Your stronger then that
Just break away"
I struggle like a trapped cat
I cry out all day
 

But still I'm stuck to this wall
Though bleeding from numerous wounds
I yell out hoping someone will hear my call
But all the words pile up like dunes
 

A tear streams down my face
Eyes stare all around
I always forget the time and place
I fear I'll never be found
 

Is there anyone there
Please let there be
I'm a maiden but not fair
Will you rescue me
 

Is there anyone here
Or are you all out having fun
Someone or something wipe away this tear
And save me from this prison.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems

Reviews

[Tom Brown]

"A tear streams down my face (And he wipes from your cheeks
Eyes stare all around Wishing they had your strength,
I always forget the time and place
I fear I'll never be found But then I realized, that we are all lost until we find Him.
Is there anyone there Anyone who loves me?
Please let there be Anyone who finds me lovely?
I'm a maiden but not fair But there is more to me than skin, I am deeper than flesh.
Will you rescue me Take my hand, I give it to you, anyone lead me home
Is there anyone here Anyone who loves me?
Or are you all out having fun I cannot spen another night alone with my mind
Someone or something wipe away this tear
And save me from this prison." Save me from this world.


There is someone out there, and I would love to introduce you to Him, I am not too busy, and He is never too busy. I won't tell you of the modern church, and all of its half-truths and whole lies, I will tell you of a man who has never seen anything more lovely than you, and of a man who lived and breath every suffering because he hoped someday you would be exactly where you are, calling out, and that he coudl rescue you from so much more than what you see, that He could rescue you from death.

If you want to hear and see, and find out for yourself the truth, all you have to do is ask, I will show you.

Thank you for writing this and being honest, I myself could relate to you, I am only 2 years removed from a house, from a family, from my own minds grip, and life has never been better.

[whatchadablah]

Wow...my mind is a sanctuary so I cannot relate...but there are times when my mind wonders and I see horrible things that haunt my sleep and wake...the mind is a mysterious place...but at the same time can be my favourite place to live...