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Look around!Look around.
Who are you?
Where are you?
What are you?
The walls are white
There is no sound
Merely breathing -
White as milk
Glow like stars
There! In the Corner!
Who are you? A faceless person...
Where are you? A cell for the mind...
What are you? The beast that they fear...
In the corner of your eye.
There's nothing there.
But..There, in the corner.
The white looks red.
Tendrils of red, creep up your walls.
The heavenly white bleeds out
Like a ravens wing, over a battlefield
Look around - You can't deny what you see
White runs red,
And security dies.
Who are you? A monster.
Where are you? Hell.
What are you? Insanity.
Fills desolate halls.
An empty room
Is all they find.
A girl wearing white
Arms, strapped to her chest.
Cries on the floor.
"The walls! They're bleeding!
Falling ButterfliesThere lies a girl in a forest so dead
With a thought, just a thought, living inside her head
A thought of a world with no furious knights
A world with a dream in the darkest of nights
There lies a girl with a thought in her mind
Something the others simply left behind
A thought of a world of imagination
Where everyone lives in their own creations
A girl living in an imaginary place
With fire in the rain and a smile on her face
There lies a girl with a new point of view...
There lies a girl looking up towards you
There lies a girl, with a knife in her flesh
Life was not a place filled with happiness
What was the point of surviving at all
If every butterfly flies only to fall?
Keep this promiseDo me a favor; don’t forget the time that we spent
It won’t last forever; I’m sure that one day we’ll meet again
Because we’re truly not far apart, it might as well be the start
And I know it seems a bit rough, just remember to not lose your heart
Because I’ll keep my faith in you, as long as you stay true
And don’t lose your faith in me, your friends barely know me
So don’t you ever worry, because one day we’ll start our story
Filling the blanks that we left open, keeping us from feeling lonely
Lying is Bad (A message to myself)Hello darling.
Have you ever held a needle to your wrist?
Have you ever skipped a meal because you were hungry?
Have you ever punched your stomach before falling asleep?
Have you ever felt wrong, because you told someone you were okay? (After all, lying is bad.)
Have you ever rocked back and forth without realizing, until someone else told you to stop?
Have you ever slammed your head against your wall so you might forget your situation?
Have you ever cried in a thunderstorm so no one would hear your cries for help?
Have you ever worn long sleeves and said it was because you were chilly... then felt horrible? (After all, lying is bad.)
Hello darling, I know you have.
But remember, you're strong. You're worthy.
You're more powerful than your sadness.
You are incredible.
You have been through more than you know,
And fought through more than you know...
And you've survived much more than you know.
You are going to make it.
You are going to push through this.
You are going to
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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