Inside the prison

Inside the prison

Inside my head

Fighting to escape



A constant battle

Between myself

And the pain.

A slip of the razor

The pain escapes

As the blood trickles

Down my arm

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i read alot of your poems, but this is the one that affected me most. its very good as far as poems go, in form and rhyme and all that, but it's the content that got me. i know i could be cliched and say "everybody has bad days",ect, but sometimes you end up having bad weeks, then bad months, until you have to find a way to vent it. and i reckon you've captured that in this poem. very nice.