' 'Abuse' 'toxic relationships’; depression ; death ; imagery ; suicide
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She was only twelve.
But her life has already been a living hell.
"She has lost touch with reality!"
I'm sorry to say, this girl is me.
She is now fifteen.
Her life is anything but lean.
1980's was the time,
Mental illness in family,
To talk about it ,
Was a crime.
Grew up totally alone,
No one to turn too,
No helpline,
No mobile phone.
Kept sadness,
My stomach is pulsating…
Oh, what a lovely sight…
Covered in my own blood,
Sprawled on your kitchen floor in the early twilight.
Light fading quick
why are there a spider now im pernoid help me
six nine wants to kill me i dont want to die please
help me theres now a mouse in my room that stole
my cheese theres a big spider now im gonna run
And so goes the final bit,Another quick bow as I indulge another hit
I have a noose that’s been sitting inside my closet
Three months in,And I don’t know, I don’t know
I am not Athlete A
I am not one of the survivors
I am just one of hundreds who knew it would come.
I remember you screaming at me
I Can’t Breathe (Without You)
I can’t breathe then I feel you around me
I can’t breathe then I feel you around
I can’t breathe then I feel you
The shaking from head to toes,
the drug demeaning, the depth of the hollow bones.
It keeps you staring into oblivion,
I always wanted to feel you at full brightness
I wanted you to hit me full frontal
Full force
Run into me
And take me down with you
of all the people i want to kill,
and your name is pretty close to the top of the list,
the person i want to kill most of all:
Myself.
