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I see what isn't there
No one yells yet I can hear
The silence screams my name
No one can feel my pain
Inside I'm a mess
Outside I try my best
Happiness made of plastic
Overly dramatic
Surrounded by the night
I see faces and try to fight
I close my eyes and yell, "GO!"
Everyone's a little psycho
A person inside my head
On panic it is fed
Red, the color of fear
The monsters draw near
Scars on my arms
I beg and it harms
Just let me be
One day I'll be free
I curl up and cry
All I want is to die
I've become my own foe
Everyone's a little psycho.
No one yells yet I can hear
The silence screams my name
No one can feel my pain
Inside I'm a mess
Outside I try my best
Happiness made of plastic
Overly dramatic
Surrounded by the night
I see faces and try to fight
I close my eyes and yell, "GO!"
Everyone's a little psycho
A person inside my head
On panic it is fed
Red, the color of fear
The monsters draw near
Scars on my arms
I beg and it harms
Just let me be
One day I'll be free
I curl up and cry
All I want is to die
I've become my own foe
Everyone's a little psycho.
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Psycho
Dear psycho sitting in a dark room,
Hello there psycho sitting in a dark room, Im cold and cut up in your bedroom
Dont you remember me, or did you just forget
maybe not want to see this dead body, it will make you upset
Im in this big dark black baggy, while your carpet coved in rotting blood is getting all saggy
Here I rest in unplaced peace, as heaven falls beneath your feet
And memories of that dark cold night where to took me into that hole, you took my life
You wooed me on a dirt rock floor, you moved inside me right to the core...
My newly loved psycho I wanted to know, why you left me here all alone...
Literature
Insane
Insane.
People call me insane.
How do they know?
Can anyone truly say what is insane?
And what isn't?
Who can judge? Everyone.
Who has the right? No one.
They are not mind-readers.
They have no way of knowing
What is inside my head.
Even if I write it down,
It is changing all the time.
Points of view, opinions.
The next second they become old
And untrue
And new ones take their place.
Constantly moving,
Constantly changing, evolving,
Inside my head.
Always questioning, thinking,
Reasoning, and imagining.
Insane? I don't think so.
Truth is a matter of opinion
And perception.
Everyone is insane
At the exact time
Tha
Literature
Dark
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.
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