Whatever is meant to happen, will happen

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"Whatever is meant to happen, will happen,"
These words haunt me, even in daydreams.
The words echo not only in nights but in daylight,
As if darkness is all around.

Maybe it's all inside my head,
But the words have been like swords piercing my heart.
Some threaten with death,
Some haunt until they kill the person alive.

Oh, it's so inside the head—
The fear that assembled in my mind,
When I was just eleven, then fifteen, and then eighteen again.
Though I've been healing, some people never leave,
They keep haunting until your last breath.

Even knowing it's all deliberate, it still impacts,
Why care about something that hasn't happened?
Oh, either kill or heal—
Just don't let these ghostly waves keep roaming around me.

No, I don't want to go back to sleepless nights,
Talking to dead ones, listening to the door knocks,
Something walking over the roof.
All the hallucinations, illusions, and nightmares.

The childhood where a child was afraid to breathe,
The fearful steps to bed, waking up each day like a wounded bird.
As if all children are born to live their childhood,
And I was born to pay some sort of sin that needed to be fulfilled.

I wonder, did I really deserve all that?
I don't want to think about it, nor do I have the answer to why it's all happening.
The anxiety, the fear of people, as if everyone out there is an enemy,
Waiting for the moment to hit where it hurts.

Wish, like in fairytales, someone could take me away,
Or I'd have the powers of a witch, disappearing into words forever.
Oh, these dreams are so childish—
But would you believe this is the most comforting thing to think of?

Don't know where that confident, strong girl has gone,
Drowning in this vulnerability and hollowness.
Yet, what is meant to happen will happen,
Because this is the mad people's dorm.

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