They're telling me to stop.
stop breathing.
stop thinking.
stop thinking im okay.

They're telling me to start.
start cutting.
start bruising.
start thinking bad thoughts.
start locking myself up inside.

i look around,
theres no one there.
who are they ?
why are they doing this to me.
its like im bound.
bound in my mind.
i think 'they' might be 'me'
i dont want to come to reality.
i dont want to know that its actually me causing all this pain.

i hear voices when theres no one around.

there are no words that can describe how grusomely descusting you are dear.
your head is what some might call, unbareable.
just the thought of you is enough to progectile *****.

the things you've done.
the pain you've created.
its enough to lock you away for years.
no one actually wants you around here.
everyones pretending.

you dont understand the thoughts we think when your name is mentioned.
and honestly darling.
you wouldnt be happy if you could.

so thankyou.
thankyou for ******* breathing you silly little ****.

They're all staing at you.
expecting you to do something entertaining.
who ever said to be conforemed.
dont listen to their voices.

we are not the animals.
we will not be spoon fed.
we will not give in to your profanity.
your violence.
your dreams.

we will not give into you.
you can not lock us up in a cage.
you can not pay us with food.
expect us to do things that will excite you.
the food will not stay down.
neither will we.

if we were the animals in a zoo.
you would be content with your mind.

hes alway there.
when ever im in pain.
one the of same
hes there to remind me to breathe.

I think hes beautiful, but he doesnt believe me.
i wish i know wht he actually thought of me.
if i was a wasste of time, space or breath.
or if i had the same effect on him thst he does on me.

i feel his pain.
i feel his heart, beating in her hands.
he loves her.

but yet again.
he reminds me how to breathe.

Shes so incredably ******.
every thought.
every breath.
shes a slave of her own mind.
a prisoner of her thoughts.

shes not okay.
you ****** her over.
she loved you, and to you,
that didnt mean a thing.

shes my bestfriend.
but its more then that.
shes my soul.
she understands me.

she believes my pain,
she endures my thoughts.
she puts up with me.

and for that, i love her.
i need her to stay in this hell with me.
everything is for her.

she breathes to make you believe shes okay,
inside shes bleeding,
looking for answers in you,
you make her feel theres purpose,
your making her stay here.

why was she born ?
why is she here ?
for you.
its why shes stopped slitting herself.
its you.
your making the scars fade.

none of it matters anymore.
because shes gone.
shes lost herself in you.