MENTAL TRIP
I am a queen,
though queen I may be.
I am my own evil.
I've shut myself in and poetry is my only way out.
I rake at my own thoughts,
raping my body of beautiful blessings.
I rake at my own memories,
raping my thoughts of pleasantries.
I rake at my heart,
raping my soul of friendship.
I am trapped in my own mental padded room,
locked away from the world.
I cut my body mentally just to stop the pain.
Lonely is how I feel so please don't ever ask me again.
I've put my hurt aside,
and I've moved on with my life,
But....loneliness still I feel each morning that I arise.
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