Bum. Pat. Pit. Tat. What is that? Oh? T'was my heart...lying in ruins, as I fall apart.
No, please yield in your efforts to console me...for I, too, know what it feels like to yearn to be free...Like a mouse caught under the crushing weight of its predator, I am no different, you see..
One, skip two and fast forward to three. Waltzing in a courtyard full of blood, roses and weeping willow trees. I can only be me..but it seems that for centuries my soul has never pleased thee...
I dance with death to rid the strain, for life abused me and caused me much pain. Woe is me as I flock to the edges of my mind...a world that dealt a cold hand...gave me no time. I call to the darkness, in hopes for a reply...but in my world, you're begging is as good as a deaf person's cry.
Bite your tongue and blood surfaces clean, cut your wrists and well...hope to God He accepts a lifeless corpse pumped with morphine. Tourniquets! Save this girl! Someone cries. Even in unconsciousness, I would smile...because what they don't know is that for all the days that I have breathed...I have silently been whispering my good-byes...and now...what of me?
What of me now is that I can fly. So weep me not, I am still alive, not in life but in a different time. In a different world...where my heart can breathe, where my mind is free and where I can finally, finally be me....
💀💔Bella Beba💔💀
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