The sharpest jagged nails
Sitting inside my mind
Like a jail cell with no clean air
I sit in the corner of my mind
***** and held by shackles
Dragging my jagged nails
Down the insides of my mind
And I feel it
I feel the nails on the inside of my skull
Clawing, digging, fighting
And now I know
The blinding screams
They were me all along
My very own prisoner
My little tortured soul