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Jan 2014
One two three four
Don’t open up my bedroom door
The door is locked
My tongue is tied
There’s no way to describe
My feelings inside
As if a hurricane has ripped my vocal cords from my throat
Leaving me breathless
Speechless
Voiceless
As if my mind was water colour paint on a canvas
Now spread and washed by a cloth
My words are silent
My voice is gone
Five six seven eight
No need hurry it’s too late
The lights are off
My mind is wide
The voices in my head are telling me lies
Or truth
I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not anymore
The room is dark my body’s dead
My minds alive
Nine ten eleven twelve
What I say to you you must never tell
I’ll tell you what I think
But what’s always gone unsaid
The hidden stories in my veins
And the endings they’ve been fed
Everything I see is confused with what I imagine
Everything I say might not be out loud
My ups are downs and rights are lefts
I’m lost in this world
Lost in the sound
Twelve eleven ten nine
No more questions I am fine
I’m just tired
I’m not awake
I needed to spill
Something for you to take
I’m happy I swear
I smile wherever I go
Just a mess was going on in my head
A whirlwind of thoughts was filling my mind
Honestly I am fine
I think
Truth be told I’m falling harder and faster than I ever have
Breaking and crumbling
Eight seven six five
Your words are useless my eyes have died
Don’t try to calm me
Or make me feel safe
I lost that feeling when I was awake
Just leave me here trembling on the floor
Let my thoughts engolf me
Let me writhe away
There’s no need to help me
It was a while ago
When I started going away
Four three two one
You’re too late I’m already done
The stories out
My secrets known
My lights gone out
I did what need to be shown
But for you right now I am no fun
So I dare you
Count down
Four three two one
Katlyn Scragg
Written by
Katlyn Scragg  Vancouver, BC
(Vancouver, BC)   
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