allison-neverland

pen on paper i let it go flowing like a river over rocks, to the dam and eventually it breaks pen on paper i let it strike lashing at the chains holding down the girl until she is free pen on paper i let it go like a hurt bird gaining flight back for the first time

walking down that pale, sunlit corridor, i felt so vulnerable.. so weak.. getting closer.. turn right, a waiting room. waiting for assessment, therapy. i'm not c r a z y. a room, deemed soundproof, confidential. but i don't say a word. how do you trust someone so cold, so unknown; when all they know is your name..