shes scaring herself
her misery hates
its current company
"let me be me"
let her die
let her tears resign
she plans her escape
being held captive in this body
she wants to be set free
free of her mind
ticking
clicking
biting her
its fighting her
its hurting her
its flirting with her
she looks fine
but feels dead
she suffers in her silence
relying solely on her pen's violence
her pen's tendencies
she speaks through it
but knows better
every word
poem
every line she designs
they're her suicide letters.
