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Mist N' Ollie Jan 27
Death isn’t freedom, being encased six feet under, in a timber cage, unable to escape, just to asphyxiate. Freedom isn’t death, being enclosed in an open world, in a toffs casket, unable to escape, just to associate. Freedom or death?
Mist N' Ollie Jan 2019
Death is no freedom, being trapped six feet under, in a wooden cage, unable to escape, just to suffocate. Freedom is no death, being trapped in an open world, in societies cage, unable to escape, just to relate. Freedom or death?
Mist N' Ollie Nov 2018
You have no idea
How hard it is
Spilling your feelings
Out on a page
Scream it to the world
Music flowing from your veins
You say you’re okay
But what you wrote down
Is not the same
You blame
The world for your hate
Mist N' Ollie Nov 2018
Do you know why, she’s feeling this way?
She hides behind, the curtain of shame.
Being played.
She’s fair game.

Do you know why, she’s hiding under those sleeves?
Don’t want you to see, what she’s been doing.
How could you take her, and make her feel worthless?
You have hurt her.
Are you really that careless?


Won’t let go of you.
You are all she has.

She’s so precious.
Yet she is broken.
Like glass, flowing in the ocean.

There’s blood dripping.
Drip, drip.
She’s dropping.
On the floor she’s colden.
This girl, she really was golden.

Do you know why, she’s feeling this way.
She hides behind, the curtain of shame.
Being played.
She’s fair game.
Mist N' Ollie Nov 2018
He walks the halls.
He feels ashamed.
They call him names.
What did he do, to deserve this?

She smiles bright.
Laughs all day.
She’s not okay.
What did she do, to deserve this?

They cry all night.
Scream, and pitch a fight.
When they’re at home.
They are always alone.

They act alright.
Say, “I’m fine.”
They’re not alright.
They’re just not fine.
What did they do, to deserve this?

Listen here, young children.
You’re still growing up.
Life’s not messed up.

So close your eyes.
I promise it’ll be alright.
Maybe not tonight.
But someday, you’ll be fine.
Mist N' Ollie Nov 2018
She’s four now.
Just found out.
She’s got Autism.
Yet she’s the smartest girl I know.
They say it.
But she ain’t disabled.
She's six now. I love her.
Mist N' Ollie Nov 2018
I kinda wanna sleep forever.
Kinda wanna close my eyes. (Be blind.)
I kinda wanna die tonight.
Yet I wanna live my life. (No strife. No knives.)
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