Behind these tired eyes
I am confined behind others lies
Was my life ever mine or have others drawn the lines?
My direction but I was the one who caught the infection
There are no more treatment options
I am tired
As my tear drops fall on my guitar it leaves an imprint of my heart that is already scarred
By the institutes of care that were never there
Leaving me in despair but you don’t even care
You were never there
Just a particular of air that left me nowhere
How is that fair?
Don’t you dare look me in the eye because you have not lived my life
I know I will survive without you in my life
It is time to remind my mind that I am strong and that I will fight on even if all my hope is gone
© Rosie Burnham