Courtney Turner - The Key

On the floor I lay my head,
And oh how I wish sometimes to be dead.
To grab that knife,
To take my own life.
To relieve my heart that has felt so sore,
As the blood smears on the walls, the floor.
I long to be free,
Free of the invisible shackles that seem to confine me.
My eyes fog, but the tears will no longer come.
With little hope instead I run.
My ankles weighed down by chains,
I can no longer avoid my pains.
With no choice but to become strong,
I notice that things weren't so bad all along.
I hold my head up high,
And to my grief, my anger, I say goodbye.
In the mist I can see,
Those who care,
The ones who come with a key.
Those who care,
Have come to set me free.
They come to listen,
To help me carry my burden.
My mind has finally been cleared,
And no longer do I run from things I once feared.
Thanks to my family, my teacher, my peers,
I have glimpsed true happiness with tears.
And that's something I'm not yet willing to give up on.
With the help of someone,
Nothing will ever again feel like it weighs a ton.

Courtney Turner

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