Asylum
September 20th, 2010, 04:08 PM
Laying broken on the ground,
Bob came to the rescue and she was found.
Bob took her strength and left her weak,
Took beautiful crimson life that would leak
From her marred
Skin that would run down her scarred
Body, She tries to stand but falls,
She can’t seem to get up, but she calls
Out For help, but no one hears her screams,
She feels as if she is living in a dream.
Too scared to make a sound,
Just like that, her and Bob were bound.
Numb and cold she turns to Bob, as she lay
Soaked in beautiful crimson, Bob leaves her story on her skin with the words she cannot say,
She thought it would just be a little while,
And Bob would go and things would be fine. So she hid her wounds with a little smile.
Cutting soon became not enough so she tore our her hair,
Her life was just too much to bare.
She took scolded metal to her arm,
She tried anything that would bring her harm,
So she would awake
Bob Self medicated her for her own sake.
So she could run from the things that brought her fear,
Run when she wasn’t able to cry those tears.
She stabbed herself in many places,
Leaving self inflicted traces.
She would hide in her disgrace,
And cover up her scars with lots of lace.
Buying into Bob’s lies,
She closed her eyes,
Sick with relief,
Thinking she was better off dead was her only belief.
No longer she was able to think for herself, Bob had control,
He took her mind, and he took her soul,
Bob soon became compulsive,
Something that made her impulsive.
She couldn’t escape, she was stuck in his trap,
Leaving more and more of her skin a gap.
She stares at the phone,
Wanting to call for help, but instead waits in silence all alone.
Help was the last thing she was going to say,
She thought to relief, this is the only way.
She searches in the dark,
For her blade, so Bob could leave his mark.
Her blade kisses her skin as she sits on the floor,
Embracing the pain and wanting more
When she was threw she would sit and pray
To a higher power to take her pain away,
Her memories still hold her down,
Leaving on her face a painful frown.
The tears that run down her face,
The marks he would leave again would soon be traced.
This would lead
To pain once more and she would bleed
Again. She wished that there was another way
To get relief, finally someone came that day.
He took her hand
And helped her stand.
He threw Bob away.
Bob came to the rescue and she was found.
Bob took her strength and left her weak,
Took beautiful crimson life that would leak
From her marred
Skin that would run down her scarred
Body, She tries to stand but falls,
She can’t seem to get up, but she calls
Out For help, but no one hears her screams,
She feels as if she is living in a dream.
Too scared to make a sound,
Just like that, her and Bob were bound.
Numb and cold she turns to Bob, as she lay
Soaked in beautiful crimson, Bob leaves her story on her skin with the words she cannot say,
She thought it would just be a little while,
And Bob would go and things would be fine. So she hid her wounds with a little smile.
Cutting soon became not enough so she tore our her hair,
Her life was just too much to bare.
She took scolded metal to her arm,
She tried anything that would bring her harm,
So she would awake
Bob Self medicated her for her own sake.
So she could run from the things that brought her fear,
Run when she wasn’t able to cry those tears.
She stabbed herself in many places,
Leaving self inflicted traces.
She would hide in her disgrace,
And cover up her scars with lots of lace.
Buying into Bob’s lies,
She closed her eyes,
Sick with relief,
Thinking she was better off dead was her only belief.
No longer she was able to think for herself, Bob had control,
He took her mind, and he took her soul,
Bob soon became compulsive,
Something that made her impulsive.
She couldn’t escape, she was stuck in his trap,
Leaving more and more of her skin a gap.
She stares at the phone,
Wanting to call for help, but instead waits in silence all alone.
Help was the last thing she was going to say,
She thought to relief, this is the only way.
She searches in the dark,
For her blade, so Bob could leave his mark.
Her blade kisses her skin as she sits on the floor,
Embracing the pain and wanting more
When she was threw she would sit and pray
To a higher power to take her pain away,
Her memories still hold her down,
Leaving on her face a painful frown.
The tears that run down her face,
The marks he would leave again would soon be traced.
This would lead
To pain once more and she would bleed
Again. She wished that there was another way
To get relief, finally someone came that day.
He took her hand
And helped her stand.
He threw Bob away.