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Sent away. 
Locked away. 
Never to return. 
They didn't want her,
Not at all. 
Now she's left to rot. 
Sent away. 
Locked away. 
Never to return. 
They pulled her out, and sent her off
To the children's asylum. 
Put in a room,
One locked up tight,
Padded walls and all. 
She's scared,
So scared,
She barely even sleeps at night. 
Down the hall is a boy,
With multiple personalities 
Across from him, is housed a girl,
She's looked death in his eyes. 
Down a few rooms, and across the hall
Lives a strange little man. 
He's never spoken a word to anyone,
Well, only to the people in his head. 
They were all sent away. 
Locked away. 
Never to return. 
Now they sit and wait for something, 
Anything,
That's better than this, or worse. 
She's a combination of them all,
She has the scars to prove it. 
Now just be careful, they told her. 
They weren't supposed to make friends. 
She did, however meet some children,
They looked like her lot. 
They plotted, devised, and found a time
To finally go away. 
Sent away. 
Locked away. 
These four, young, children,
Are never to return. 

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The Assylum in Creativity - Poem published by Anonymous (not verified) 1 year ago ()

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PancreasMonster

Reminds me of...

This reminds me of when I had to be sent to Ellis hospital to be locked up until i was considered "sane" by their standards...