the day i died inside

the silent car ride
the tearful eyes
the day i finally died inside

the blood soaked wrists
and glistering knife
were the things that
should of ended my life

they rushed me off
to hospital that night
a place for people
who lived in fright

the horrific white walls
the tensions cold air
the children crying out
in their pain and wear

the dark room
my roommate and i kept
was the one that haunted me
every night i slept

the blood that was drawn
i still painfully lack
it haunts me these days
to ever look back

ten therapy sessions
each day and night
so overwhelming
i wanted to fight

the bolted windows
the locked doors
the imprisoned children
in the psychiatric ward

letters from loved ones
saying i love you so much
they say they need me
and miss me and such

i open the closet
in the bedroom
so pain
the door filled with cravings, drawings
and names

a phrase carved into
the old wooden door
it read kelly died here
and icould not ignore

to this day i wonder
if that kelly is alright
if she has fun with friends
or has sleepless nights

i remember that night
with the glistering knife
the blood soaked wrists
and the horrible life

i still walk on
with my head held high
as i think of
the day i died inside