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Child’s advocate

I’m either motionless or emotionless but the dark is where I roam. A complex mind with withered thoughts is a place I’ve called my home. I’m shackled to the bottom and I’m digging up my bones, then carry my cross upon the hill and get closure for my soul.
A look into the mirror i see the clouds within my eyes. Tis to thee and bittersweet I sleep with dangers lullaby’s. Electric through my veins that turn the gears within my mind, can be dangerous and vigorous if the devil hears my cries.
A path I chose to walk, remorse on the steps that I take, cries for help and the tears that shed will turn to acid rain. Trapped within the walls and hanging by a thread do I end it all and suffer none or beat ungrateful dead.
Anti isn’t me but psychotic is my mind it overthinks, forms silhouettes to regain the peace I yearn to find.
Time to formulate my plan to escape this from within I’ll take battle scars, broken pieces, and pray it makes amends.
Through this I have grown and see that life is what I want, I’ll leave the devils ground, take suicide and hang it with these thoughts. 

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Gayle McMillan

Beautifully articulate, expresive writing. I'm sorry for your pain, but IT, what you've gone through has crafted the ability to express so powerfully. Thank you for sharing.

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