According to my great grandmother i am an Old Soul. My spirit has been here a long time. I have a very strong connection to the spirit world. I see things that no one would ever want to see. Knock it if you want, everyone else thinks i am crazyu anyways. I can see spirits, and not only people i know. I have seen ghostly deaths countless times, i have seen the wraths tear people in half. No one ele can see them, no one i know. I can’t sleep, i haven’t slept for three days now. This will continue until i pass out and […]
There is a smile on my face but it is so fake.
There is laughter in my voice It is forced, i must not cry.
There is a hop in my step put there when i remember.
I wear this costume everyday, i feel so stupid.
But only i know how i feel be cause no one else can be allowed to be hurt or troubled with my issues. I am a healer. If the healer gets sick people will die. So i soak up the poison and drink the antidote. But i wish there was no antidote…
Why is this happening to me?
What did i do?
How does it work?
Who’s blaming who?
Where did i go wrong?
Where can i go?
Questions whose answers, i’ll never know
Why don’t they care? Why can’t they see?
For once it’s not about them, for once it’s for me.
I told them my problems, i told them flat out.
they told me i needed to get out of the house.
They think i’m crazy, they think i’m nuts.
They are forcing me to see a Psychiatrist.
As she sat there crying
Her soul inside was slowly dying
As she sat there weeping
The time went by, silently creeping
As she sat there gasping without a sound
She slid down slowly, in her own blood, the poor girl drowned
As she sat there quietly crying herself to sleep
Her cat crept silently, the only one to see her weep.
He was the only one to see as she pulled out the sharp silver blade.
He was the only one to see as her life slowly bled away.
Dying. Is that the only escape?
Dying. What else can i do to get away?
Dying. Why do i no longer have faith?
Dying. Is beginning to sound like a good place.
Dying. When i do where will i go?
Dying. If i can come back, ill let you know, tomorrow.
I hope you cry, i hope you weep, i hope me dying gives you the creeps.
Pray for my soul cause your will be next, the cause for the suicide, the cause for my death.
I never loved, i never lost, but because of you life has too high a cost.
I’d rather die, i’d rather slave, away in Hell than see you at my grave.
Don’t come to the service, don’t come to the church, I hope this hits hard, I hope it really hurts.
Silently weeping while silently creeping out to the place where she’ll take her own life.
Quietly aching and quietly breaking her nice and light skin with the tip of the knife.
Soundlessly choking and soundlessly hoping that no one will find her till mornings first light.
Blissfully sliding and blissfully gliding to her awaiting afterlife it was love at first sight.
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