She looks at me
wide-eyed and confused,
This can’t be me
She looks worn and used.
The tiny red dots
form a pattern on her face,
She looks back at me and
whispers, “You’re a disgrace.”
You’ll always be alone
You’ll never be free,
Free from this psychic garbage
That no one else can see.
Free from the chains you’ve built,
from the leash they cannot see,
Free from this sadness
and free from me.
And as I look at her, she starts to laugh
and put thoughts into my head.
“You know you don’t deserve to breathe.”
“You know you should be dead.”
You see, these thoughts do not come from me.
It’s not what I want to think.
But they’re from the girl inside of me,
And she’s all that I can see
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
She looks at me
wide-eyed and confused,
This can’t be me
She looks worn and used.
The tiny red dots
form a pattern on her face,
She looks back at me and
whispers, “You’re a disgrace.”
You’ll always be alone
You’ll never be free,
Free from this psychic garbage
That no one else can see.
Free from the chains you’ve built,
from the leash they cannot see,
Free from this sadness
and free from me.
And as I look at her, she starts to laugh
and put thoughts into my head.
“You know you don’t deserve to breathe.”
“You know you should be dead.”
You see, these thoughts do not come from me.
It’s not what I want to think.
But they’re from the girl inside of me,
And she’s all that I can see
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