poem(?)

 I wonder what's down that road?

 They told me that it was deadly

 They said there is a graveyard for the mind

 That no one ever comes back from

 "I buried my mother" you once said to me

 I remembered everything, and asked if I could see

 You told me, I should only listen

 Listen to the whispers in the night

 I am beaten

 I am broken

 I am scared

 I am frozen

 I am alone

 I am weak

 I am dirty

 I am afraid

 I am horrible

 I am bloated with blood and sweat