They stuck us in here, out of fear.
We are not ready to back down, or shed a tear.
Whatever brought us, will take us out.
I am thinking negative thoughts, without a doubt.
The padded cell, helps us to sleep at night.
I am not leaving without a fight.
They scratch at your heart,
And tear you apart.
We pull at their strings,
On our list was many things.
If I am going to die here,
I need something to keep me strong from fear.
They will never understand, what I need.
A heart of love, and a reason to breathe.
©terrylin53
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