DrowningMy river of thoughtsFlooding overThe muddy surfaceWhile I keep f a l l i n gThe water continues risingSlowly rising, slowly occupyingSlowing drowning, suffocatingNo room for air, no room to breatheMy thoughts slowing killing me
Not the Helped but the HelpI don't get help becauseI am the helperAlways helping othersBut no one helping meThat's just how it isMaybe how it's supposed to be
ReassuranceThe wind is speaking to meShe whispers in my earShe tells me thingsThat I am longing to hearShe tells me I am beautifulShe runs her fingersThrough my hairShe tells me I am wantedShe let's me knowThat people careShe comments on my eyesHow dark and deep they areAnd how they always shineJust like the moonFrom near and farShe reassures my longing soulShe tells me not to fearThat even thoughThe sun has gone coldShe is always near
TiredShoot some morphineInto my veinsIn don't wantTo feel a thingI'm tired ofThe fightI'm tired ofThe painI'm tired ofTryingTo stay sane
MaybeMaybe I am heartlessMaybe I don't have a soulMaybe I'm one step closerTo losing all control
Escaping This WorldI've lived a thousand livesI've read a thousand talesBooks upon booksShelves upon shelves
i hope they choose the characters well otherwise ... idk how i would feel
yeah id love the books to be a movie but i dont want horrible acters and actresses in it who are just there for the money