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Remember the time when you were dead?
You woke up in a coffin instead of a bed.
Fate has decided fate must be true,
But come on and tell me why must it be you?
I see you behind the mirrored glass,
Straight jacket muzzle mask,.
Kicking and screaming tied to a chair.
Come on and tell me, this just isn’t fair.
Its time to go and leave this place,
Lay to rest, and forget that face.
Now its over you can breathe,
We know your safe, and I can leave.
You woke up in a coffin instead of a bed.
Fate has decided fate must be true,
But come on and tell me why must it be you?
I see you behind the mirrored glass,
Straight jacket muzzle mask,.
Kicking and screaming tied to a chair.
Come on and tell me, this just isn’t fair.
Its time to go and leave this place,
Lay to rest, and forget that face.
Now its over you can breathe,
We know your safe, and I can leave.
Literature
Blood
I skim my fingers across the gash
smiling, i see it again, it all went CRASH!
i giggle a little, and lick the stain
oh don't worry, I'm not going insane
my love for it, that thick crimson blood
has gotten me all warm inside, not wanting to hide
i just love the smell, of that hot liquidy paste
almost as much, as i love its crisp salty taste
you may think im crazy, but i assure you I'm not
I'll just sit and stare, as u silently rot
I wont kill you yet, not till you bleed
and i am finally done, with my last deed
Literature
Depression
I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak
Literature
Depression
Lay down your right to be human.
Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain.
You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars.
No one knows what it is like to be you.
Your smile is but one in a billion,
A mask that you wear to ward off the questions.
Your scars are your war paint,
But this is a losing battle.
You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side.
So keep that pretty smile steady,
And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes.
Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.
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