She wandered into her mind to escape reality

We’ve all been there

When the alternative becomes make believe

Its serenade was welcoming

Its embrace warm and peaceful

It gently became her happy place

From the maladies of living

Here there was no feeling

For to feel was to feel pain

How could she have known

That this treasure island

Was going to make her its slave

Her fortress of solitude

Would become her dark room

Her wonderland is getting pitch black

And there’s no one to save her

She’s hanging on the edge

But no one notices

she’s screaming from inside

But her silence is deafening

On the outside

Now with all she has left

She tries to reach out

Before her jailer comes back

She calls out to the unknown



Human. Just a little extra.

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