“They say I’m mental, but I’ve been abused”…

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He walked up the steps…
And stumbled inside…

Into the room at the top…
Where the memory resides…

Of his pure innocence…
Cruelly ripped away…

On a dark summer night…
After a long hot day…

It’d started so brightly…
Filled with endless love…

No hint of the evil…
Descending from above…

In that room as he slept…
And was quietly woken…

Subjected to such horrors…
That left him just broken…

Unable to speak…
And unable to smile…

It scarred him forever…
His soul in exile…

Never spoken about since…
Kept in secret & silence…

In fear that speaking out…
May lead to violence…

So it was locked away…
In a box labelled shame…

Forgetting the horror…
Never speaking its name…

Moving on with his life…
Smoothing out its creases…

Trying to live with it…
And pick up the pieces…

But now he is back…
After all those years…

Stood in that room…
Holding back the tears…

With a knife in his hand…
It’s time to submit…

Switch off his pain…
And finally end it…

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“And I know you’re out there somewhere”…

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He found her ribbon…
Tied to the tree…

And felt the pain…
Felt so damn guilty…

Recognising the sign…
He knew she was lost…

And he’d paid the price…
The ultimate cost…

As he’d hear her words…
But never listened…

Missing the warnings…
As the sunlight glistened…

Those empty threats…
And hollow words…

Became background noise…
Just like the birds…

Who woke him daily…
From his deep sleep…

He dismissed her voice…
As talk is cheap…

Always threatening…
But never doing…

It became a bore…
She was always rueing…

How bad her life was…
How she couldn’t cope…

The world was against her…
She was running out of hope…

She was drained of her energy…
Always down and depressed…

And he stopped listening…
Her claims were dismissed…

But she dug so deep…
And found some courage…

Left behind her pain…
Floated from the wreckage…

And she tied a ribbon…
Tight to the tree…

For him to find…
For him to finally see…

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“Sticking around for this shit, another day”…

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The same old faces…
In the same old town…

So many memories…
Bringing her down…

Stuck in a world…
That doesn’t understand…

Where nothing really works…
Or ever goes to plan…

Where feeling pain…
Has become the norm…

And every sunset…
Unleashes the storm…

The battle that rages…
Inside her numb head…

The whispering voices…
The cruel words said…

Suggesting it’s time…
She’d be better off…

If she just disconnected…
And simply switched off…

Her life support system…
The air she’s breathing…

Submit to her death…
And enjoy the feeling…

That would come…
With the ultimate freedom…

And turn her back…
Just simply leave them…

All the same faces…
Those bitter memories…

And so called friends…
Who act like enemies…

As they stole her past…
And haunt her present…

She’s in need of a future…
Where she doesn’t resent…

All that is past…
All that has been…

As with one small action…
She could be set free…

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“Forget about her magic, all the beautiful things”…

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Dark eyes…
Upon stormy seas…

Under moonlit skies…
Filled with mystery…

As the wind chimes…
Whispering intrigue…

She seductively swims…
Out of his league…

And out of the reach…
Of desperate hands…

Never ever stroking…
Her golden hair strands…

And never ever kissing…
Her Ice cold lips…

The perfect shape…
The Queen Bee bitch…

This Aphrodite…
Of psychological power…

He’s silently besotted…
A fanatical follower…

Who would risk it all…
For just one kiss…

And open his heart…
Rather than miss…

The opportunity…
When it finally comes…

To join together…
And to be as one…

In a fleeting moment…
A passionate embrace…

The sinful pathway…
Leading to his disgrace…

And will leave him reeling…
Heartbroken and torn…

A shipwrecked mess…
With all dignity shorn…

Yet constantly thinking…
Of that one sweet time…

And haunt his mind forever…
Reminding of his crime…

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“I no longer keep my mouth shut”…

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I can see your lips are moving…

But don’t care what you say…

You use your words like weapons…

Destroying all that you survey…

You make people feel anxious…

Try to make them feel so small…

But your power trip is useless…

And from a dizzy height you’ll fall…

I don’t respect who you are…

And I don’t care what you do…

If you were on fire in front of me…

I wouldn’t begin to try and help you…

Because I see right through your act…

You’re not who you claim to be…

I have witnessed your vicious side…

Perhaps I’m the only one who can see…

That you’re so evil and so vile…

Yet people fall for all your charm…

You cast a spell upon them all…

Somehow they all simply swarm…

And fall right before your feet…

As you stand proud and tall…

Looking down your nose upon them…

Without giving a damn at all…

Your smile is false and painted…

You grin through gritted teeth…

You patronise, they don’t realise…

That you’re a fucking soul thief…

One day, I swear, I’ll reveal you…

One day your empire will collapse…

One day you will feel my fucking wrath…

One day you’ll fall into my trap…

Because I have made it my mission…

You alone are in my sights…

I will bring you to your fucking knees…

And I will haunt your days and nights…

I can see your lips are moving…

But am not listening to what you say…

Because the time has come for me to act…

And avenge everyone you’ve betrayed…

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“Write down “I am OK”, a hundred times the doctors say”…

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I search in the darkness, for a sign…
At the same time, I pretend I’m fine…
Missing the point, then crossing the line…
Never expressing, what’s deep inside…
Or letting them see, when Eye cried…
The mistakes I make and the times I lied…
One day, I may finally understand…
Keeping an eye, on the hourglasses sand…
As I lose my sanity, strand by strand…
Yearning to leave, this no man’s land…

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“The only truth is that everything is a lie”…

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There’s something broken about her…

And something not quite right…

Something just doesn’t make sense…

Something that keeps her up at night…

It’s something about her past…

And it’s something dark and cold…

Something so unspeakable…

Something that haunts as she grows old…

It’s something she will never escape…

Something she can’t breakthrough…

It’s something out of her control…

And something she can’t tell you…

Something that’s so overpowering…

And something so very emotional…

Something she just can’t explain…

It’s something hiding in her soul…

And something downright nasty…

Something that makes her weep…

Something chills her to the bone…

It’s something secret she must keep…

It’s something that can’t be healed…

Like something inside has died…

Something evil has left a scar…

And something makeup cannot hide…

Something that infects her thoughts…

Something makes her look away…

And something you can see in her eyes…

That something caused this decay…

There’s nothing you can do about it…

Nothing more but pray…

Nothing in this world can mend her…

There’s nothing more to say…

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