-Breathe-
Before i was gentle.
verbally impaired.
Prisoner to this cage called institution
Hidden, in thread.
I was forsaken!
I was perished.

My eyes, my ears, my legs
Belonged to you
I prayed no acknowledgement
I bathed in holy water, reconciled:
I yelled "GUIDE ME," with a compass
"HOLD ME," with hands
"WATCH ME,"with eyes
"LOVE ME," with love
Free Me I need freedom.
No Answer
Trying to be free of this cage called institution.
Without permission nor guidance,
Making me a consequential sinner to you yet living to me.
Maybe my ideal living is your death