As I sit here on this shelf
Collecting dust
I begin to rust
Can someone occupy my mind
Of this that does bind
A mental disorder concoction
My sanity up for auction
Can someone find my soul
And dig me out of this hole
Goosebumps and tingles
My chains jingle
Can someone hear my pleas
Too many times found on my knees
Begging for escape
Of my lifeless shape
Can someone see I've changed
This whole time feeling estranged
Under attack
Fighting back
Can someone see
See, Just me
