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Locked Up

...You hear it... don't you?

Don't turn away, LOOK AT ME

Look at me, look at me
I know you can fucking hear me
And I know you hear it too
Down there in the basement
So cold my lips turn blue

Wait...

...Where are you going?

Don't.
                      Walk


                                              Away.

                                                                Where ARE YOU GOING?

Be quiet. I know you feel it
Crawling up inside of me
To twist and scream
contort my body
WHAT IS THIS PLACE?
.
These aren't my clothes.
This isn't MY room.
I don't know where I am.
It's cold, why can I have another blanket?
I want two instead of one.
LET GO OF ME

...Wait...Don't go...I'm sorry

                                                ...I'll be good...

I swear.
I like the way you look today
Your hair looks pretty that way
Your eyes, your skin...so pretty...Can I touch it?
Can I hold you?
Can I, Oh can I?

...Wait, please stay
Just until I fall asleep
Then you can go and lock up with the key

Oh! Or leave it, oh could you please?
What if they come back for me...

What is that?
I don't want it
No more pills, needles
GET AWAY FROM ME

I...
            Don't...want...this...

Wait...
Please wait...
Where are you going...

Alone
Okay, okay, okay

One                 
                      Two

    Three?

four...

I DECLARE A THUMB WAR

five, five, six, seven EIGHT
You don't give me a jacket unless it's a STRAIGHT

This, this is fine, fine right here
Walls too white
Too bright
TURN OFF THE LIGHT

No....
              no, no, no, no....
                                                  no, no, no, PLEASE

Turn it back on, turn it back on, turn it back on
Not in the dark...
I can hear the screaming...

Author notes

Not a personal experience as in it happened to me.
But what I have seen before with a friend and what I know.
A 'fictional' write based on hard facts.
For my favorite boy with a lot on his mind...literally

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Comments

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  • spastic
    May 23, 2008
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    Okay

    i dont think it is real enough....sorry to say, you should rethink it a little.


  • il guardiano
    April 25, 2008

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    Very lovely in its darkness of truth, my dear. You captured him in your own way. Congratulations on the trophy.


  • SuicidalLover
    April 18, 2008

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    Sad, but Nice

    I'm wishing you the best of luck. I really don't like long poetry, but this on has so much meaning, emotional, and heart felt for those who are there, in the mind. Its a great write and good luck!


  • Porcelain Doll
    April 17, 2008
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    bastian... *sighs* I love this poem. I think I'm painting it up on my wall, with some lines from a few others. This seems to fit with a lot of the other entries- they all seem to have this hectic, mixed up feel so I have to read them a few times before I can follow it. I like that. It takes effort, but it's worth it. This is wonderful. Thank you very much.
    ~Amy


    • tinydarkgoddess
      April 22, 2008
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      How'd you know, I didn't even use cuss words! (mostly because if I did use cuss words, I would feel bad writing about him I think)
      I didn't expect to even place so that's surprising and nice. Thanks for the contest, great idea.

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