The walls that contained me were set in stone.
Longing for freedom, I suffered alone.
The asylum of my mind could no longer contain
The years of silence, my world of pain.
So shutting down, they sent me away
To fight for my mind, and the light of the day.
Each night the doors were locked up tight.
Alone in that asylum, I was left to fight.
To fight myself, and my sorid thoughts.
To kill the demons... I fought and I fought.
They told me I couldn't go back for a while.
My response was hurtful, my words were vile.
I pushed them away-those close to me.
I locked them out and lost the key.
I returned to the safety-the asylum of my mind
And hid myself there for no one to find.
With freedom to wallow in my own lack of sense
My inner sadness was my life's recompense.
Through my darkest days, my family was true.
They gave me the strength to finally pull through.
With the kind of love only a family provides,
I left my asylum and turmoil behind.
