Pain

by Katarina
(New York )

Sane is something I will never be.
Scarred to the core.
Battling the devil that lives inside of me.
But bleeding out the pain is how
I clearly see.
Silence.
Secrets
Things I can't openly say
Or I'm labeled psychotic
In a padded room
Wondering how I let it get this way.
Laying here where they left me corrupted.
So mentally f-cked up.
Cold sharp tears
That are replaced with blood
Trapped in my own mind.
Banging on the edge
To be set free
But it's apparent
Nobody's worried about me.
And I was left  to bleed
Mentally,physically and internally.