Poem 3

Limbs strapped down
Every hair strand tied
Bones fused to the floor
Ignored as I cried

Feeling like nothing
Nothing without those I love
When no one's words seep in and I face the one above

Wanting to dive into the infested ocean
Feeling immune to the stinging beasts
Not wanting to return to the happy state
Heartbreak is all I await

A white gown, for the coffin
A mass of entangled electric wires
Ready to explode on me
Fed up of too many liars
False hope and lies all along
Doubting I do after all belong

Even now relatively relieved and gay
The flame is not as promising as it had seemed for a while back then
Fear what I may unintentionally one day do or say
From now on less confidence in those most trusted and more in that that I pray.