Claustrophobia

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Depressed.

Once again I'm a little girl

Locked inside her closet.

Scraping at the door with bloody hands

Begging my cousin to open it.

But I was a bad girl

With two hands in the cookie jar.

Who wiped her hands on white seats

Within her cousin's car.

At first the closet was fun

A place of fascination.

But then they started to mock me

With fierce determination.

I cry out once again an apology

That I'll be good just let me out.

But my cousin replies that she hates me

And thats what this is about.

She believes her boyfriend dumped her

Because she had to watch me.

So he chose to go out without her

And found a new girl named Sandy.

Tears burn down my cheeks

And my throat is dry.

I keep scratching at the door

Even as I cry.

Please let me out! I don't want to die!

And she seems to be losing her patience.

She shoves a shirt blocking y only light

Then I am left in silence.

I am sure I am dying slowly

Because I have no new air

I tell my cousin that much

But I doubt she'd care.

I am only a little girl 

And I didn't mean any harm.

Yet still I am scratching the door

As blood flows down my arm.

Now I am really losing air

So much I can only whisper-scream.

And then my consciousness starts to fade.

And I collapse into a dream.

I am flying quickly towards the sky

And it is beautiful up there

With wonderful clouds all around.

And the crispest air.

Then I'm yanked from my dreams

By a breaking sound.

Then I see my mother in front of me

Pulling me from the ground.

I turn my eyes to my cousin

Who lied and said I got stuck within.

"Just tell them the truth. You did it.

But I promise not to be bad again."

And then my mother is telling her to leave

While barking out commands.

I'm not surprised to see tears in her eyes.

And she bandages my bloody hands.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hate small spaces!

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