There is a melody in the
Ripping, splitting, snipping
Of my words on the page.

Constantly vying, trying
To convey the way I feel
Inside the cage.

Breathe slow
Don't let go
Hold it in so you don't break.

Swallow that bile down
Don't let the thoughts win now
Rebel against the cage.

This is not weak
Move past this peak
Keep the word ***** on this page.

Break the cycle
Break the chain
Your strength within will reign
Over the thoughts in your mind.

And the only thing bleeding
Will be the ink on this page.
The cycle must not start again
Rebel against the pain.