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Apr 2015
I've given up
given in
I'm done trying
I dont wanna win
I dont wanna win
there it is
I told you that im sorry but you wont forgive
Handcuffs
Straight Jacket
pills down my throat
shove a tube in my mouth
make sure it goes
pull off the blind fold
im in a white room
I told you i would **** myself and this is what you do
you put in me in a cage
kept my love contained
they said I have a vistitor
but i dont wanna see your face
broken
hopeless
tears on your face
you say that your sorry
it shouldnt end this way
you tell me you love me
that it will be ok
if it will be okay you would listen to me pleading to be saved
please
these handcuffs are to tight
I know im use to blood  on my wrist but this isnt right
i scream at you to help me
why wont you help me
why wont you help me
why wont you help me anymore
cant you hear my screams
I grab on  to your wrist
please
please
they haul me away
back to my cage
where i count my days
by the colors of my pills
I count my days
by the number of your calls i dont recieve
I count my days
by how many times I say sorry
for whatever sins put me in this prision
I count my days
by the shattered pieces of my heart
I count my days
by how many times i whisper your name
I count my days
I count my days
I count my days
I miss you
why did you have to send me away
JustChloe
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JustChloe
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     Riot, Poetic T and Gavin Barnard
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