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maybella snow Oct 2013
the wheels on the bus go round and round
- i drag myself to school to escape home.
round and round
- school is too much. home again.
round and round
- sleep comes at 2am
the wheels on the bus go round and round
- dreams or nightmares are distant fuzz
all the way to school

the baby on the bus goes wah wah wah
- hold emotions in, or people will know
wah wah wah
- don't want people to know they won't understand
wah wah wah
- they think their school crushes, gossip,
the baby on the bus goes wah wah wah
- school dances, will end them.
all the way to school
maybella snow Oct 2013
give me wings
so i can fly though the day
without dark thoughts
dragging me down
maybella snow Oct 2013
imagine
waking up
and not dreading
the day
imagine
going to sleep
and dreaming of happiness
not nightmares
imagine
our loved ones
holding us
throughout life
and leading the way
imagine
death being
something that just
happened when it
was meant to
imagine
**living
maybella snow Oct 2013
is it normal
to feel claustrophobic
inside my own skin?
                            skin that grew with me
as years passed
   burnt in summer sun
chilled in winter
               i think
                              the scar tissue
is making me
            claustrophobic
because i cant
breathe
               i'm stuck
here
inside this body
      and i want
to escape
maybella snow Oct 2013
drag my thoughts trough a sifter
see which ones resolve
pound my heart with a hammer
see if it sticks or falls apart
stuff me down a drain
squish me in a cupboard
hit me with a rolling pin
crush me like a glass

i'll break eventually
maybella snow Oct 2013
thinking "small"
five days isn't much
but its the most
i've lasted for
some time
maybella snow Oct 2013
two brothers
twins, one blonde hair
one brown        

one drowned himself and    
is now six feet down  
one smoking six packets      
to try and drown thoughts

one knew me  
as happy
one knows me
as sad    

one broke down
deep cuts and burns  
one is breaking  
shallow cuts, burnt lungs

i love the brown-haired
scared
dead
brother

i'm falling for the blonde-haired
lonely
alive
brother

they both love me
one will never return
is it time to save myself?
..and him?
is it right?
or are we both
just sad and
lonely?

and now, you've dyed your hair brown
and you look exactly like him
don't die on me
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