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i laugh at everything and
i talk about my emotions
so freely and i'm open to
everyone i meet but i'm
so scared and i can't even
force myself to get close
anymore
i can't believe i let this
happen
when did it get so bad
Borrow me your eyes
So I can see what you see
When you look at me

Do you see the monster
Inside of me?
Do you see the darkness
Consuming me?

Or do you just recognise the person
You want me to be?

- Christina Rosa A.
But darling, who will clean the blood from your arms and the war paint from your face?

Your mum thinks it's nothing and your father can't even pronounce your name.

Tell me, darling, is the blood on your arms worth all the pain?

- Christina Rosa A.
Drop it, and it all begins
Feel it living out your sins
Madness slowly closing in
Let the insanitybegin.

Look around, what you see
Is far from reality.
Walls breathe, faces change
With each moment, quiet derrange

Glowing figures reappear
But somehow, I feel no fear
Dancing objects in front of me
You cab't imagine the things I see.

Reach out, touch the imagery
Feel its fire set you free
The spirit within
Beckons from inside.

Everything you are seeing
Nowhere left to hide,
Curled up in a corner..
Darness creeping in.

Time  is the enemy,
No way left to win.
Not sure of the last bit there..  this was written so long ago.  So obviously about an acid trip..  could use some suggestionsl.
Depression isn't just sadness,
it isn't just a disease,
it's like locking away your happiness,
and throwing away the keys.

It's the blackest black,
and it swallows you whole,
it takes away everything good,
and tortures you with what it stole.

Depression isn't just an emotion,
it isn't just a sickness of the brain,
it's everything you've ever loved,
and watching it go down the drain.

It's the absence of hope,
the dwelling place of fear,
it takes your worst nightmares,
and whispers them in your ear.
Wait...
But you said you would
*** me up real good?
m' druuuunk n *****
An I really think you should...

Keep that promise, when we kissed...
A decade...several kids, marriage is
Nothing between friends so
Give me what you've got
I bet you've got a lot.
Sleepytime, Rachel...
I am a tiny root
Hiding from Winter, warm within my muddy bed.
I am always a little sad, here in the dark,
Waiting out the colder months,
But I felt the last years passing, a frisson, goodbye.
Spring will begin, a stirring within the earth
Green children born of the Sun
emerge timidly, tightly clumped,
Wound within ourselves.
Slowly I will unfold up
Unleashing colours
Fulfilling a promise made
As I shrivelled last September
To return, a little stronger, just as beautiful
And more mature.
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