Aug 27
Get out of my head
The voices are getting louder
Please I’m begging
There is nowhere to hide your sorrow
Your words bring horror
Don’t forget the promise you failed to honor
The months are becoming b̴l̴u̴r̴s̴, And this voice won’t shut the **** up!
I need to scream,
Tears are streaming
You are nothing but rage
Stuck in this tiny cage
And you’re standing alone on stage
My heart is in pain
My mother turns a blind eye
My father said good-bye
It’s a spiral of thoughts in my head
Every action, word, and thought are mine
Locked with chains
The wounds remains
Please just relieve me of this pain
Time is constantly t..i..c..k..i..n..g
But i'm sitting here thinking about quitting
“Are you done?..With your little fucken weird depresso writing?” They think I'm going crazy. They stare at me with pity and fear in their eyes. By god it's like the 1920s with how many people die like flies. It’s not like I’m eating my dead sister’s corpse again. Mother and Father said I was crazy then. Oh they haven’t seen my roommate, who I call the Mad Hatter and she calls me the Cheshire cat. Unfortunately she kinda went splat. Last week. Week. What a funny word. Yesterday they told us a story of a sentient machine. A machine that from hell looked at heaven. Based. SGVscA== . That’s based. blur. Blurred. We know what you whisper. WE. we. W E. there is no WE number 64.
THEY should really get the adults in check. Group time is quite a wreck.
7 15 20. **** i hate writing in pen ya know. Sometimes letters and numbers leave me confused.
US. painting the walls. Wait. they got us painting ya know. I don’t like how it sticks to my hand and is hard to wash off. The paint. Now Emmy is quite a saint. She just loves EATING cow’s meat. She’s in here for accidentally eating it raw. Her parents just didn’t want her anymore, blah. It’s a shame. She’s actually such a sweet thing.
Eva Choked and died. i legit cried.
lArry Hates. must be the old man syndrome.
OTHER people are just bait.
HERE . I now live here. “WRITING TIME IS OVER! DINNER TIME !”
The voices are getting louder
Please I’m begging
There is nowhere to hide your sorrow
Your words bring horror
Don’t forget the promise you failed to honor
The months are becoming b̴l̴u̴r̴s̴, And this voice won’t shut the **** up!
I need to scream,
Tears are streaming
You are nothing but rage
Stuck in this tiny cage
And you’re standing alone on stage
My heart is in pain
My mother turns a blind eye
My father said good-bye
It’s a spiral of thoughts in my head
Every action, word, and thought are mine
Locked with chains
The wounds remains
Please just relieve me of this pain
Time is constantly t..i..c..k..i..n..g
But i'm sitting here thinking about quitting
“Are you done?..With your little fucken weird depresso writing?” They think I'm going crazy. They stare at me with pity and fear in their eyes. By god it's like the 1920s with how many people die like flies. It’s not like I’m eating my dead sister’s corpse again. Mother and Father said I was crazy then. Oh they haven’t seen my roommate, who I call the Mad Hatter and she calls me the Cheshire cat. Unfortunately she kinda went splat. Last week. Week. What a funny word. Yesterday they told us a story of a sentient machine. A machine that from hell looked at heaven. Based. SGVscA== . That’s based. blur. Blurred. We know what you whisper. WE. we. W E. there is no WE number 64.
THEY should really get the adults in check. Group time is quite a wreck.
7 15 20. **** i hate writing in pen ya know. Sometimes letters and numbers leave me confused.
US. painting the walls. Wait. they got us painting ya know. I don’t like how it sticks to my hand and is hard to wash off. The paint. Now Emmy is quite a saint. She just loves EATING cow’s meat. She’s in here for accidentally eating it raw. Her parents just didn’t want her anymore, blah. It’s a shame. She’s actually such a sweet thing.
Eva Choked and died. i legit cried.
lArry Hates. must be the old man syndrome.
OTHER people are just bait.
HERE . I now live here. “WRITING TIME IS OVER! DINNER TIME !”
