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[Ann_is_Alive]

We Circle

The visions that come into our head,
the pain comes after and goes unsaid.

The thoughts of bad things and visions of red,
leaves the feelings of pain and dread.

The cuts were made until they bled,
but we know deep down we could have fled.

Once again we are taken to the cave,
where pain and dread returns but not the brave.

We are dragged out sun too bright,
we are weak have no fight.

We all know we will not be fed,
so we go inside and curl up on the bed.

We only crave a piece of bread,
all the time wishing we were dead.

Daily these thoughts race through our head,
again we listen for the things they said.

45 years later we can still see the red,
and sometimes can not get out of bed.

We still believe there is no bread,
and still believe we will not be fed.

At night we are afraid to go to bed,
each one of us comes out with the same old dread.

Daily these thoughts go through our head,
each one of us wishing we were dead.


ty for listening to us



a poem written by all of us
and unfortunately how we still feel sometimes