Locked In My Mind
His cold dark hands grip around my heart
Squeezing and squeezing, pulling me apart
I spend every passing day in this cruel hell
No longer a girl, just an empty shell.
The whispers follow me everywhere I go
Talking about things they don't even know
The legends, the rumors, none of them are true
Yet they seem to be real to only but a few.
He takes their words and strikes me with them
Treating me like im a broken, worthless gem
He locks me in my mind and throws away the key
Never again will I ever be free
His sick, twisted grin lights up in the dark
As this broken soul looses her spark
So well done Anxiety, take a bow
You have broken this girl
Nobody can save her now.
Copyright © Andrea Storrier | Year Posted 2017
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