I hear them whisper,
They've come back again,
I'm no longer me,
I'm just dared.
The dates,
They're ticking.
My clock is running out,
But I'm no longer here.
My heart is long gone,
Like the depths of hell.
I can no longer feel,
So they come to me.
They hold me in my sleep,
I try to drown them,
But my demons,
They know how to swim.
I keep trying,
But it's no use.
I'm now one of them.
In a particular use.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
I hear them whisper,
They've come back again,
I'm no longer me,
I'm just dared.
The dates,
They're ticking.
My clock is running out,
But I'm no longer here.
My heart is long gone,
Like the depths of hell.
I can no longer feel,
So they come to me.
They hold me in my sleep,
I try to drown them,
But my demons,
They know how to swim.
I keep trying,
But it's no use.
I'm now one of them.
In a particular use.
This means a lot. I'm not wanted in my family, but I am in another, but it haunts my family the way I'm no longer around
