Lead weights hold be down,
I just want to walk, I just want to run... around.
But you here you hold me,
Always forcefully unfree.
Continually I'm a captive.
Holding me, can't live.
Even of I try to get away,
These lead block, I'm here to stay.
So please, oh please kill me where I stand.
For I'll never run, walk hand in hand.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
There are days I long to feel, Death's cold fingers around my neck. There are mornings I wake up to, and I take my pulse to check. There are evenings where I lie down, and wish I'd never rise.
This may be a little dark. So read only if you'd like.
I used to cry. Didn't want to die. But now my eyes are dry. I do not fear. My time is near. My life empty of cheer. It is so easy. It is scary. But won't be today. I know what. I've got to do.
Inside out all I see is black white and drought. Places crumble feelings fall, but there's nothing I can do to stop it all. Right round the bend it keeps on coming, when will it ever end.
She cuts a little deeper, she really loves the sting. Watches as the blood flows, dark red soon fills her sink. Her only wish is for those she loves to forgive her for her sins.
Turn off my emotions. Turn off my dread. Turn off my anguish. Leave me for dead. Turn off the lights. Turn off the time. Turn off these days. Tell them that i'm fine. Turn off my thoughts.
The tears are black. My wounds are red. I sit in a huddle, With a pounding head. My ragged breath, Shows I'm insecure. As I try to forget, And rid of the pressure. My vibrates - Friends asking why.
Have to get up. Have to be awake. Have to get ready. For Christs sake. Have to brush my teeth. Have to style my hair. Have to be prepared. For this mornings nightmare. Have to change clothes.
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