delusions
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I don't know what to believe,
I don't know what's happening to me.
I'm stuck in a void of past and future here.
The present's overrated,
maybe it's supposed to be that way.
Dear School,
I apologize for my absence today.
I would never miss on purpose.
But just last night, I felt I had
A case of yersinia pestis.
they cam e back
this time they wanted my hands
so I couldnt lay fingerprints on anything anymore
no evidence of my evil
just poison from my wrists they wanted to see
When sadness finds me at the end of night,creep up my body like a lover who has forgotten the meaning of no.I pick up a novel and forget my existence.
Somedays I want to run and hide. Somedays I want to proclaim my life. It's somedays I feel I'm loosing my mind and other days it's all in my sight.
I was a turtle.
I don't remember
My life as a turtle.
Nor do I remember
My future life as a ruler.
But I say I was
Because my parents said so.
My life is in the hands
The Quiet Room with its white, padded walls.
Sometimes I wish they were a different colour, any colour at all.
Sometimes I wish there was noise, even the most annoying noise in the world.
You're bouncing 'round my skull
You're dancing in my thoughts
You're stuck fast on my mind
And I can't get you off
You're hiding in my head
And racing through my brain
You're seeping through my soul
Welcome to the hospital.
Where they strip you of your human rightsLike liberty and lawful due processYour right to choose, and live, and think,Then say you have Delusions of Persecution.
