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I'd say goodbye. "Peter" Saying his name over and over. I was going to scream. I was. I was. I was. "Peter. Peter. Peterrrr" The name was being sung now. "Shut up. Shut up.
There's no music. Guilt. Shame. Anger. Yes. But not music. Half awake. Apart from that stupid bass beat from next door. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump . . . Never changing. Relentless. Mindless.
"I don't feel good." Dad's busy pulling open drawers and slamming cupboards. Cole looks at him, then back to me. Worried. "Dad?" "Get yourself some medicine," he grumbles.
Inside me. Come out. You make me scream. Shout. I don't want. To talk. Or move. Just walk. Be free. I wish. My mind. Cold dish. Eat me. I'm gone. All alone. Just one. I can't talk. Barely breathe.
#acrosticombined No, if I reach out, I'll see I have no hand, the trenches empty, God has deserted me, as Has my friends, my army, my family.
Pigs are coming to stop me dying Don't want to die but doesn't stop me trying A few small scratches upon my arm Before the knife does any real harm.
I sat up quickly, the blood rushed from my head and my vision blurred. I looked to my left. That’s not my dresser, I thought. I looked to my right. That’s not my side table.
I feel like I am drowning, Caught underneath a tide, Feet cannot keep to the sand, My toes just slip and slide.
Another call from you At 3:33am today No voicemail again What angle are you trying to play at. Another call, another worry What must I do To get you to stop Would you care to tell me.
I wake up inside the arena with no one there. How did this happen. No one is here and I'm just lying here, practically dying. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe I am in a hospital or something.
I need to get away from here, I need to get some air, The walls are closing in, I'm tearing out my hair, The piles of nightmares grow, Are they breeding in the night.
Nursie. Nursie. I'm feeling a little thirsty Come drain my blood My heads all muddled up I don't even know my name I can't remember who's at blame Can you control this pain.
What is this torture. Sleepless I awake, wishing the pain to stop, I am taken. Shaken and breathless, Selfish and faceless, Fantasy haunting my reason, Can I forget now. Please.
My sweet, my beautiful girl, my beautiful girl, when I walk in my dreams I see you, my darkest fear of new light, I pray in my heart this dream never ends but I WAKE UP EVERY TIME.
I look in the mirror and I see a toad. I don't want to but there it is. A pale, hairy toad with a miserable look on its face.