These voices in my head are driving me insane
Pelting hard inside like droplets on a window pane...
Their once was a place I knew
it sheltered me from harm...
First -
Newspaper : Girl lost...
Fear, disgust, repulsion, all this and more etched...
Inside my tortured mind the memory of my screams...
Tears fall to the floor,
and shatter...
All the Pain
Makes me go Insane...
Death...it is my calling,
My dream, that I am falling...
See i have this hurtful secret
That I'm not willing to share...
Okay is not what I am so don't say that I'm okay...
Misery fly
time goes by...
The sweat of my hands is cold.
My eyes are dry, and hurt...
As I sit in my dark little corner,
crying my eyes out...