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Started by Gamzee
(2014-12-16 04:19:45)

Gamzee (2014-12-16 04:19:45)

In my hand I hold this tiny pill,
and up my spine I feel a cold chill.

I hear voices around me,
all saying they're with me.
But are they, really?

Alone I feel,
alone I am.
This dark room is my home,
the ghosts in my head my only friends.

My heart aches to be somewhere that I am loved,
where I am not judged for my differences to the society crumbling at my feet.

May I speak,
and may you listen.
My dearest, I say this know as my heart aches,
and my bones brittle and break.

My life, nothing but waste.
And in my on haste,
I'd forgotten who I was.

The pill in my hand,
The chill of the scathed land.
I have no home, no hope, no sin.
Just madness.

I paced around for hours on empty,
Jumped at the slightest of sounds.
I couldn't stand the person inside me,
I turned all the mirrors around.