A sorry mistake
on a pure white page
An ugly scar
on a beautiful face
A blemish
that must be erased.

A mishap
brought into the world by man
A turn of the tides
a slip of the hand
A pitiful child
cursed to be banned.

Now it’s removed
there’s an empty space
But it’s left a mark
a tiny trace
A blood-stained reminder
you can’t escape
The revenge
of the erased.

I need you to know,
That it is my time to go,
This is not my result,
It's my twisted mind's fault.
Don't say you forgive me everyday,
'Cause I know what people say,
"****** Freak"
They told me I was weak,
That I didn't deserve a perfect, happy family.
But, I don't have a perfect and happy family.
My mind is twisted,
My heart is broken,
My feelings are scattered,
And my throat is swollen.
I don't have any motivation,
So, go ahead, and throw your little celebration.
I'm insane,
But, I guess you all are to dense to realize,
It's been the same.
You want to know,
And It want's to put on a show,
I have a dark and twisted mind,
I don't even know what I'll find,
Blood spattered against a wall,
Knives, that did it all.
I deserve to be in a Mental Asylum.
But, that Stupid place is a realm,
I still have dreams,
I'm still not sure if they are Nightmares,
Or my happy place.
So, I'll tell you one.
Lets go deep into my mind,
And find,
The right one to tell:
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With my eyes open wide,
And nothing human inside,
Blood galore,
I open the door,
And stab my sibling,
'Till he's no longer living,
Mother and Father are next,
There's no time for a rest,
I walk in,
Eyes wide,
While Mother cried,
And Joey has died,
Father comes up,
And says "Sweetie, put the knife down, I hate to see you frown.."
I grin,
'Cause I'm about to make a terrible sin,
"Father,
I know I've always been a bother,
Don't tell me other-wise.
But I can't put it down,
'Cause I like to see you drown,
In all of these words,
These little precious words,
That you will forever remember."

He holds on tight to Mother,
Realizing, what I did to brother,
"Go to Hell!! GET OUT OF MY DAUGHTER!! I DON'T KNOW YOU ANYMORE!! GIVE ME TEARS!!"
I chuckle,
Looking at the couple,
I walk over to Father,
"I am Tears."
I say,
So quietly,
"You will pay."
I hear someone faintly say,
It's Mother,
Sweet, innocent, Mother.
I turn to her,
"I am Tears."
I repeat,
Not sure, If it came out to sweet,
"You finally see,
The true me,
What I have become,
You both better run,
'Cause it will be so much fun,
To play a game of Tag,
But, it has a little snag,
In this game,
When I find you,
It won't be the same,
You will die,
And I will sigh,
'Cause your life,
Ended by my knife,
With your blood splattered on the wall,
You will fall,
I do find it quite amusing."

I smile,
And take out another Knife,
I stab Mother and Father,
Like I did Brother,
They are shocked,
That they couldn't block,
Themselves from a twelve year old girl,
"W-who are y-you.."
I hear mother faintly say.
On the edge of her death,
I decide to take a breath,
And tell them.
So I kneel down,
The room already sounds like a Ghost Town.

"You see Mother,
I've always been trapped inside my own mind,
Afraid of what I could find,
If I just let go,
And let the world know,
What I have hidden deep inside of me,
So, don't you see?
This is the true me.
I'm who I am,
I'm not okay,
'Cause It wants to come out and play.
We both know,
If I'm a Friend or Foe,
I'm not Tears anymore,
She's taking a little detour.
And letting me take over,
With all of that said,
I am not "Tears",
I am Red."

Mothers eyes grow wide,
Realizing, i'm not even on her side,
She knows who she is,
She thought she was fake,
But for Heavens Sake,
"SEE?! I AM NOT FAKE!!!"
The couple's eyes flutter close,
I yell,
While Mother and Father,
Have already fell,
Into a deep, deep sleep.
They will never forgive me,
Their sweet little girl,
It turns out she was an enemy,
But, at least they died together.
In each other's arms,
"Could've It been for the better,
If I just killed myself, instead?"
No,
It was a lot of fun, though.
While it lasted.
I'm covered in blood, head to toe,
But will I ever recover?
I guess no one will know.
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I'm not who you think I am,
I'm on the verge of breaking,
I'm shaking.
She wants to come out,
We both know that's a mistake to do,
Without a doubt.
We both have read,
What would happen,
Do you even dare to go to bed?
I don't,
I have the same dream,
It goes on forever, it seams.
I have a dark and twisted mind,
Now I know what I can find,
I still don't know,
If I'm a friend or Foe,
I personally don't want to hurt anyone,
But, of course,
Red thinks it will be fun,
Don't come near me if I'm thinking,
Or even dreaming,
Cause chances are,
I'm not myself.

All that you have read,
Will be in your head,
When I'm dead,
This is going to be said,

"The person who wrote this letter is Red,

         But the person who wanted to **** you all,

Is Tears."

So, I guess we are the same, huh? :)


Goodbye,
Sweetie Pies,
I'll always be here,
Even if I'm dead,
In my own head,
I'm here,
Watching everything you guys do.
And will try to make your life a living hell, for you.
Sorry, you guys,
But I'm not that familiar with,

            "Sweet Goodbyes"

She's only in my mind,
she's just a part of me.
Yet she's there.
Her halloween eyes blank,
watching my every move.
Her nails tapping the walls,

                    TAP TAP...

She follows me every where I go.
Her teeth gleam as she smirks,

                          "SHHHH...."

she taunts, a spark lighting in her eyes.
Knowing I see her, she dances.

                                  "RING AROUND THE ROSIE....."

she sings, spinning around.
She daces among shadows,
dancing with insanity.
She tilts her head when I turn away.

                           "ARE YOU SCARED?",

she sneers.
Lighter in hand, the constant clicking,

                                  CLICK CLICK CLICK....
                                               "TOUCH THE FLAME....",

she insists.
She's insane.
She wants me to be the flame,
and set the world ablaze.

Just as I was getting into my car, my breath was ripped from my lungs. On the back window ****** handprints littered the tinted glass, the viscous red slowly sliding down. An unstoppable snowball began building in the pit of my stomach. Looking around in the late, night darkness, I caught eyes with a man who stood a few yards away, in the middle of the road. His eyes were focused on where I sat behind the wheel, the door still open, allowing the chilled breeze to softly touch my skin.

“Rap. Tap. Tap, Little Bird,” his voice sounded like it had traveled via vocal chords through heavy sandpaper. He tilted his head causing messy, black hair to fall over glacier, pinpoint, eyes. A crazed smile spreading across his features. Everything about him screamed ******.

My heart began to beat faster and faster, like a bird trying to break free from a cage, adrenaline levels rising, as he slowly took a step toward my car. The black trench coat he wore flowing behind him, the crimson covered machete he held rested on his shoulder. Sweat blanketed my skin as I looked for my keys.

“You’re going to sing your song of pain for me while I rip you apart, Bird,” he taunted.

Where are they?!   I thought in panic, I paled as it hit me, I forgot to grab them on my way out, ‘RUN!’ my mind screamed.

I sprang out of the car and ran the opposite way. But, froze in shock. Leaning against the rear bumper was the mangled body of  a girl. Her eyes had been clawed out causing rivers of red to fall down her pale cheeks from the sockets. Her bottom jaw ripped off, now laying on the asphalt, allowing her ****** tongue to hang like a decoration at a party, only this party was no birthday party, but a ****** party, and I was an unwilling guest. A large **** stretched across her stomach, various organs now laid strewn around her, her intestine spilled from the wound like what you would see in a cheap zombie movie, but this was no prop and I wasn’t in a zombie movie. Her limbs bent in directions they shouldn’t bend, causing the the white jagged end of the broken bones to rise from the torn skin like mountains as thick scarlet rivers ran freely from the wounds. Blood seeped from her lifeless form, pooling around her.

A crazed laugh ripped through the air, “Don’t worry, Birdy Bird, you’ll be just like her soon!” he yelled psychotically, running at me full speed.

I sprinted down the road, my heart pounding in my ears. For what felt like days, but could have only been an hour, he chased me, twist after turn, through the dark, empty town. Fire burned in my lungs, my body sent waves of pain each pounding step I took, my mind screamed to stop and catch my breath. Using my last bit of energy, I took off into the upcoming woods that lined the city, taking shelter behind a large trunk of one of the hundreds of trees. Placing my hand over my mouth to silence my breathing, I listened for any sign of the insane man. For about twenty minutes, I listened, hearing nothing. My body relaxed, as I allowed myself to believe I had lost him.

But, as I stepped out from my hiding place, I ran into something, stumbling back with a gasp as the glint of a blade caught my eyes. Slowly looking up, my body shook with fear, my eyes widened in shock as the murderous man towered over me. He wore a smirk of victory, his eyes full of insanity. He let out a demented laugh, grabbing me before I could run.

“Surprise, Birdy!!”

How would you feel if you had someone else in your head?
Another personality that could take over at any minute.
Anyone with DID can tell you that it's not easy.
DID stands for Dissociate Identity Disorder.
This is where a person has more than one personality.
It's caused by trauma that has happened in their lives.
Mostly from childhood to in their teens.
People with DID have "alters".
Alters are the other personalities that come out.
If you only have one, then it is known as Split Personality.
It's actually very interesting and there are signs for it.
Like having black outs and not remembering parts of a day.
Speech and movement become different, along with wardrobe.
And then the personality itself changes, likes and dislikes.
No person with DID is the same.
Everyone has different amounts and different lives.
The only thing that's the same is that they have it.
So if someone goes from being normal to being different.
First see if they are just trying something new.
But if the way they speak and act aren't right.
Then you need to know that something might be wrong.
So if someone says that they have Multiple Personalities.
Or just a Split Personality.
Don't run away and don't call them liars.
Because they are still people and they need their friends.
Besides, once you get to know and understand them.
Then things will seem alright.
It won't seem normal, but it'll be fine.