the prison - Intellectual

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Have you ever heard about a man

Who gave up all the pretty books he had

And washed down all the memories

To find out what he needs

Or have you ever heard about a girl

She hides her own collarbones and neck

And wet stains on the pillow

Left there by her tears

All these sick people in my head

Drag me through the roads and wilderness

They reach out with their (dirty) hands

Asking for my help

I see them, they are trying to break through

The wall I built when I was broken too

It’s made of insecurities

With a hint of gold

Help all these souls

Occupying my head

Escape from the prison

I created for them

I am standing alone

All the words are stuck

Deep in my throat

Will anyone ever read what I wrote