No! No!
This cant be happening!
You cant do this!
I scream at the top of my lungs
to try and reduce my sentence.
But it doesnt work.
They sit me down in a chair
and restrain my flailing arms.
A man comes at me,
a needle and thread in hand.
He begins to sew open my eyes.
Small streams of blood flow
so i am not able to see.
The man finishes his job,
my eyes forever open,
and drags me to a small room.
Its white,
pure white.
There are bright lights
so very bright.
I desperately want to blink,
to wake up and know its not real.
But i cant;
cant even fall asleep.
Its so bright
I cant stand this any longer.
who knows how long
i've been confined in this room,
but i must get out.
I cant let them win,
let myself go insane.
I know what is out there,
and for that,
i must stay,
for as long as i can,
sane.
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Submission Name: Sane
