Psst lemme outta here..
you gotta let me out.
I have scribed till I could scribe no longer on my padded walls.
Fingernails no more, just rigid bits and blood.

Hours have turned to days, days to months..and soon..
Help me! someone! anyone!
I have found God, turned a new leaf.
talking to myself has come to a halt..

I am decrepid,
frail.
My body unable to function to
it’s full potential.
At the height of the pinnacle,
a small window is open..

What little hope is left, is nothing but rubbish,
rubbish on these padded walls.
The once shiny belts have lost their luster..
kind of like myself.

I’m not crazy..
I’m just a woman.
I am capable of making my own decisions..
I choose not to.
It’s easier if another chooses for me.
I have common sense..I’m not incompetent…
at least not yet..

Look at your sorrowful masterpiece…
The one that you neglected.
I only pray now, that our offspring doesn’t suffer
the way have I.

One big ball of crazy…