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Where She Stays
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Dark Poetry Staring at the wreckage with no will to turn away, we see the world we've come to know and watch it drift astray.
In this all-consuming circle, we struggle with staying awake.
We lock ourselves inside our cage for everyone else's sake.
We feel the sanity slipping and we feel like a disease.
When we're subjected to pulication there is a tension we cannot ease.
For twelve years we have been tortured—by our hand, and ours alone.
From the lies that we've weaved into and the troubles that we hold (inside—inside is where it stays.)
Peel the glue that holds the pieces, untie the cord that wound deceit—in secret, find the secrets of the end that we will meet.
The fragile mind is broken and luck is left behind.
The child curls inside, deformed, from seven times she cried.
We've suffered for our family and grateful for our friends, but they won't see the light that brings us closer to the edge.
We'll never show the damage and bruising on our hearts.
Lascerations held with twine and stitched along the parts.
We'll never let them understand the mind that we destroyed or know about the little girl who lies here, dead inside, (inside—wide-eyed and cold—inside is where she stays.)
