They scream my name in vain.
They hold me down with boulders and chain.
From breathing, I'll have to refrain.
They hold me underwater by my hair;
And yank the hair follicles outta my brain.
The blood, it drain.
I can feel it run down my cheeks and face.
Now, there's more than tears staining my bruised cheeks.
I don't think I've ever been sane.
This is a life, I never would've chose.
If only I'd know.
With spinal fluid dripping out my nose.
My body and mind will never be the same.
This is what happens when I'm alone in my brain.
They drown me in unpleasant thought and scary memories.
So please don't blame me.
Blame the monsters that trapped me in this awful place: my brain.
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A/N: so this is the part 2 that I was talking about. I hope you liked it. And again sorry, I suck at publishing on time.
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