expression

There is a place.
I’ve got to know.
Not quite magical.

It brings me peace.
Freedom from strife.
Inside my brain.

Medicate me.
Release my chains.
And set me free.

This newfound self.
High on meds.
And self-expression.

I’m a cutter.
Ain’t your brother.
Not your mother.
Why do you care?
So fuck you and,
your empathy.

Open casket.
I’m a basket-
case, and so shut,
the door so the
world cannot see.
So the world can,
no_longer see me!