Disengourged by the increasing amounts of spastic energy and not a whole lot of sense.
as i sit, writhing in my chair, arms still frenzied, i almost fell down the whole flight of stairs,
as i sit as they rape my mind, and strip away my indentity, in one 5 minuyte time period
i puish with all my might into the wall, the crazy adrenaline, and angst, and the thought knowing i can't go through this again, this is inhumane, and inhuman what i feeel
no1 should feel like this
theres nothing i can do. tears cannot come out of my eyes. no one to run to, nowhere to go.
and as i sit, sobbing, keep my tears hidden, and my quick breathes silent, i let the music try to console me
becuase there's nothing i or anything can do to save me.
i almost wish myeyes can cry blood, so i can bleed to death.
i cannot win, and the only fault has been theirs, for bringing me to life. this wasn't meant to happen. and as my fingers dance across the keys, i know, i am no longer. and as the tears keep falling, i shall have to find something to hold onto.
i will be the cause of their discomfort and pain, and i haven;t done anything.
one day perhaps i will recover, but not anytime soon. i'm am unsure of what road i take in my decisions, then again, i get reminded here they are not mine, and there are consequences to be paid if i disagree.
yeah.
as i sit as they rape my mind, and strip away my indentity, in one 5 minuyte time period
i puish with all my might into the wall, the crazy adrenaline, and angst, and the thought knowing i can't go through this again, this is inhumane, and inhuman what i feeel
no1 should feel like this
theres nothing i can do. tears cannot come out of my eyes. no one to run to, nowhere to go.
and as i sit, sobbing, keep my tears hidden, and my quick breathes silent, i let the music try to console me
becuase there's nothing i or anything can do to save me.
i almost wish myeyes can cry blood, so i can bleed to death.
i cannot win, and the only fault has been theirs, for bringing me to life. this wasn't meant to happen. and as my fingers dance across the keys, i know, i am no longer. and as the tears keep falling, i shall have to find something to hold onto.
i will be the cause of their discomfort and pain, and i haven;t done anything.
one day perhaps i will recover, but not anytime soon. i'm am unsure of what road i take in my decisions, then again, i get reminded here they are not mine, and there are consequences to be paid if i disagree.
yeah.