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Apr 2014
I don’t want you to think I’m crazy
I’d rather tell you
I’m fine
Then have to explain
That the screaming in my head
Is getting too much
And that really
It’s just me talking to myself
I guess I’m scared
In case the voices shout at me
For trying to ask for help

I’d rather tell you
I’m fine
Then have to explain
That the voices in my head
That tell me
I’m not good enough
That tell me I should **** myself
That you don’t really like me
That no one really cares
Are actually my own

I’d rather tell you I’m fine
Then have to say aloud
That the only thing on my mind
Is the hundreds of ways
I have planned to **** myself

Or that I want to
Cut my skin open
Just to feel something more
Than this numbness
In hope that i can
Set the demons free
Because they hide
In my bones
And run through my blood
In my veins
Deep beneath my skin
Genevieve
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Genevieve  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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