Something so annoying, something so small circling around me bugging constantly speaking to me, why me out of all people target me bug someone else, im tired of the hard times and struggles of life, this has to end!!!!
The story repeats over and over again in my mind I hear the tunes the words of a soft voice, kind hearted angel singing to me about life and how its going to be and what's going to happen to me. Bringing me to my knees holding my heart feeling the pain from the separating from my body to the afterlife to my new life, Im slipping away.........As I watch myself float away.
The feeling of being held hostage in a box without anyway of escaping, free but still held hostage how am I suppose to escape how am I suppose to be free??? do you understand that im in prisoned. Locked deep inside my own mind confused and crazed out of my skull.
The way I walk its a crime when I talk or dress in women attire its consider a crime everything I do is consider a crime why with me does everyone have to get so technical what do you have to prove....I will forget anyway me out of all people has to be the one who is targeted and thrown away to the crub forget me not.
As the moon shines my skin tingles and my senses awaken, here on my own in my bed under the covers looking out the upper higher window on this cold blistering night, constantly worrying of the shiny moon and its phase. As the moon shines the ocean sings a lullaby to put me to sleep.
Are human rights have been violated when we become quiet and can no longer voice our opinions without fearing of what's going to happen to us that is so ******* cruel!!!!
The looks The style The people The risk The crowd The in crowd The dangers The Colors Is life really worth it, all these opinions People and their thoughts ignorance.
This cold feeling that cradles the side of my skull, as my finger tips tingle from the snow and ice that I lay in awaken to red and blue flashing lights under a brick built bridge.
The last one, The free, the locked away, the life the secrecy the difference. The optional sight the broken the fully sane, the insane I feel my sanity slipping away the more I think.
Falling into next week without knowing which day i'll land on, finally waking up and realizing that im not the only one whos suffering these consequences let alone the judgment and the price we pay for our freedom. Hoping to be released from he clutches of this scholars. Please I know you understand these things im trying to tell you your playing with fire as we speak the hours burn past, and that time is now lost.