Friday 1: The Caged Bird Sings No More

Empty inside,
my sadness excited.
I jump up and cry.
Lying in my cell,
I hold myself captive,
Holding the key all the while.
Waiting for my chance to smile.

I missed the train today,
went back home and lied down.
I hadn't missed anything at all:
Nothing that I wanted.

I eat all day to fill my heart,
but it's never glutted.
My body drags from place to place,
Never knowing where it is.
The caged bird sings no more,
The iron of its bars is now its heart.


I'm in a room, cold and white.
I'm in a room, cold and white.
All I can think to do is cry.

This is part of a series I call Friday, because that's the day I had a depressive breakdown and wrote them. Enjoy.