My evaluation
I already know I'm being judged by a family who didn't want me here to begin with.
Never getting my side of the story. I already am a Walking Corpse no matter which road I cross.
You don't live in my head or in my insane incurable life. I also have a mental illness amongst my multiple chronic illnesses.
Imagine living in a body that hates you by lighting it on fire or electricuting it. Or having 5 plus books like the size of Harry Potter or Game of Thrones novels weighing on your rib cage and using a small portable paper bag to open and lose your lungs. Your joints falling backwards instead of bending forwards like they're s
Wreck the halls with sparkly balls
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wreck the sparkly tree we'll carol
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look how red mommy is
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oh how she screams of joy
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look at all the jingly bells
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run the hall with this big shiny yarn
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look at mommy go running
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oops she missed us again
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now mommy is on the floor
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lets jump on her and give her kisses
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oh look how she got us now
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we are so in trouble
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we are gonna do this again
If found never bring me back,
to this forsaken world,
leave me be to death I am rest assured,
no pain to be gained only freedom,
freedom of questioning is this or anything real,
I was spared at birth only to experience pain,
the pain of innocence taken from me,
the burden of childhood only to see hatred,
hatred to carry it onto my own prison,
abuse carried over time and time again,
only to be plagued by my own body,
still questioning is it worth existing any longer,
burden is what I carry walking in these shadows,
of pain masked within,
the reaper calls me night after night,
is it really my time or are you asking me to replace