It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker. Since people started looking a little villainy.
It’s been 8 years since the heart has became heavy, and the scars deeper.
It’s been 8 years since she learnt that life is meant to not be lived but survived.
Its been 8 years of a storm that never ends, and the clouds that never move.
It’s been 8 years since she first thought, maybe death is better than this life. Better than dying everyday while still breathing until your lungs explode.
It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker, but today she says enough is enough.
Because for 8 years she lived in pieces, and today she picks those up to live in peace for once
Drip drip drip just one at a time but those drops add up and the water climbs. I feel it coming cant lock it inside, the weight the heavy pressure the landslide. The storm its raging just beneath, barely controlled no sign of relief. So much baggage so I begin to bail, but with the rate it keeps coming i am going to fail. I stuff and i stuff until theres no space. Try not to let it show just keep up the pace. Drowning inside losing touch with reality. I am trying , But the waters so high i can barely see. Praying for a way of rescue, or even a life raft. But somehow it seems they all just sail past. Your fault you didn’t reach out and grab hold Why are you so weak you need to be bold. But you don’t know the anchors tied to me. Pulling me back under where you cant see. Cut them all loose and swim away fast. Its not that easy the connections are vast.
every day is the same I play a game with my family they kick me around and I cry out but they don't seem to hear I try my hardest to win the game I want to be the best for them if I don't win my family kicks me more and throws me around they curse at me for not being good enough every day I try to be the best but they still kick me please mommy please daddy it hurts please stop they don't listen so I'll hide in the dark when they're done with me and pray that next time they'll be kinder maybe next time I'll make my mommy and daddy proud
can't wake up, it´s not a dream, trying to escape it, with no way out, just dissociating, disconnecting from the world, the feelings, the thoughts, from everything, entering the void, a simple retreat, only I am there, a time out